Y'all mother f**ers need to wake up
Sorry not sorry, stop sleeping on me
b**hes are getting squinty eyed like they're cheifing, only
I do not oppose these silly acts with no lack of sleep
My verses equipped to cause a couple million casualties
Homies at the back of me, we ready for war
Listen, you are not prepared, I swing a much heavier sword
Throwing ma**ive weight like Thor, slaying MCs til I'm sore
If you haven't heard before, homie, my name's at the core
Of this rap game
I'm aerial, y'all are just a flat plain
Your burial's comin, my career is in the fast lane
Takin' out the trash, reign terror on these past-lames
Never mind that, sane as ever with a ma** aim
Loading dope rhyme shells in an AK
Vacate the main space or stay placed for mayday
Your work is like melee versus my grade-A tank
Could not give less f**s if my genitals went away
Making stable tracks to dupe these hoes
People underestimated til the truth be told
I'm k**ing most of MCs with this loose leaf flow
Flukey goals. Who, me? No
I'm in my prime, ain't no turning back
Rollin up a J, 'bout to be burning that
I'm k**ing all these tracks, where my earnings at?
'Cause Viarritz is the sh**, best be learning that
Ya b**h