Ali Belmont and The Delivery Boy - Post lyrics

[Verse 1] Tryna make it out the basement My mind need stimulation Lost in constellation They tellin' me be patient But I'm sick of waitin' You can take your good luck and shove em' Hand me the mic, I k** em' The kid got flows, that body hoes And if you don't feel em', lick my taint This the d**h of kayfabe, y'all fake When the kick hit, feel the ground shake When the snare hit, watch their motherf**in' jaw break Brake, Break, Break, Break Murder this sh**, they gonna find it in the lake How could you call yourself the sh**? We are not the same The champ is here, so f**ing vain No love for the west, 'till I came The beast is off his chain My mind un-tamed Plottin' on the solar system, O.G. in the system Look Shut the f** up and listen Look Shut the f** up and listen I can't Let em' have a second of my attention Gotta stay on the mission Smack a DJ up like how the f** you ain't got the Prince in serato when he push that dope sh** like Pablo? Escobar Y'all wanna arms race I'm too far Im outta your arms reach You can't touch me You can't see me It's my time It's my moment The kid got the gift of gab to much the jab The title, I gotta grab This a, feelin' I, gotta have For all y'all sleepin' on me Welcome to a nightmare on belmont ave Motherf**er