[verse 1]
I never spit about pulling back the trigger
I just hop on the beat I ain't even talking Tigger
Best rapper in my city can't duplicate the way I spit
Eventually that sh** will be forbidden
How the f** you gonna make it past the best?
If all what you rap about is no different
If Jackalish ain't on the beat that sh** is missing
I'm all the way up haven't even entered the building
Ask your b**h who she wanna f** next
She be mentioning my name like it's a middle school text
I'm the one you better check
Not concerned about the talk that you talk
I got a bullsh** proof vest
I go the f** in, it's too obvious
Two pills, like I'm too Morpheus
Like I'm too Morpheus
You betta check me
[hook by Abbas]
[verse 2]
Who the f** that be asking
Always got it locked up, bin laden
Competition missing
So everybody's waiting for Jackalish to go the f** in
So you better listen
So you better listen
Mad at me 'cause I say I go the f** in way too much
I've been here before lunch you've been talking about
King slayer slaying go the f** in no foreplaying
Got sh** to talk about me better check it, sound mistaken
I'm not known for well behaving
Godfather son holy spirit, you need some saving
Hitman and I ain't talking secret agent
Always inside your b**h like a secret baby
I'm well known on the click well known in my clique
Finish sh** quick, bang bang in your head b**h
Punchline lyrics, 'cause I make hits
And I make hits, just like this boi
[hook]