[Verse: Jayy Starr]
Spit propane, with a dash of pure c**aine
Got road rage, n**** f*** yo' lane
They tryna kick it, but can't hang, they so lame
A f****** beast, compared to me y'all looking so tame
But I don't think they caught on
I'm hardcore and you amateurs are soft p**n
The god lyrical, more logical than spiritual
Independent still s******* on 'em off residuals
And I ain't here to make friends
I'm making ends while my ex loves try to make a mends
But I just give 'em middle fingers and a ha-ha
While I'm chilling on the coast of the Baja
Rap catalyst, here to shake roll and rattle s***
What's a tug boat doing against a battleship
They tend to commence the hate when you're great
I haven't made it til I get to blow an 8th wit Mary-Kate