Verse 1:
Yea Cold
Dopest like I gotta be
Competition opposition wishing they was hot as me
Rocking beats properly mockery's never stopping me
Monstrosity
Spittin these flows
Pros I gotta look to freak
Better lock them windows and doors
Kicking sh** down
We ain't tippy toe
Hit em with rhythm and the venomous pose
Yall n***as whack be sellin yo souls
I'm the rambunctious youngster you was hating on
Now I keep my feet up and whistle and make you play my songs
East to the west west to east
Midwest to south gotta bounce to the beat
Mouth like a beast and I'm out for a feast
Dinner time when I take you out to eat eat eat
Bone appetite
Yea
Eating up your skull and bones
Mama I'm going on tour and I'm never coming home
Inspired by tech9 pac dmx and bone
Cube, nas rakim now I fiend for a microphone
Rome italy in the throne vicinity
Now I'm known to literally
Whistle at all my enemies
Chorus:
You can do it like this I do it like that
You can get with this or you get with that
Got them haters pissed we bout to run the map
Mitză on the beat and Rebel's where it's at
Taunting Haters like
This the whistle song
This the whistle song
This the whistle song
This the whistle song
Verse 2:
Man I swear to god I was paralyzed
Turn on the radio it's like you being terrorized
Luckily I found the underground or i'd be there inside
Careless 9to5 telling my manager I could burst a rhyme
Really I was wasting time
With a fake unfaithful hateful dime
Better take yo pace and grind
Cause life don't like replacing signs
This is verbal warfare call it rhythm violence
Be k**ing you n***as till I'm getting my moment of silence uh
And let the fat b**h sing
Career done and over cold shoulder just leave
Since 16 spitting like a m16
Now I'm fully loaded
Exploding extended magazines
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Verse 3
I manifested invested in a presence thats impressing
You can't catch up with my lyrics
Don't make no song selections
Yall trying take Possession by where some skirts and dresses
Ugh boots, Bugatti coops, and over price beverage
Honestly i don't know what they be on
They telling me i should dumb now
I think you should smarten up go read a book and study your nouns
You talkin popin molly's and partying with Miley Cyrus
I'm talking wealth alliance and firing at all the tyrants
So let the fat b**h sing
You dead done and over in the underdog scene
Shine supernova bright over all things
And i whistle to a melody my over all theme
Chorus*