[Verse 1: KingKwame]
I'm better though, professional
I let you know my story anecdote
I'm antidote, you better know
Young BDFW general
Connected though, like the metro
I take your favourite rapper of they pedestal
I'm smelling dough, you never know
The young boy drop Afro-Beats and Electro
She Molly popper, she methadone
Her daughter home but she barely home
Get propped up like a Don no Corleone
Black girl then white girl then black again Oreos
I'm mixtaping I'm zip breaking I'm b**h taking that's heart breaking
Under lock and key padlock
This that dope sh** this that crack rock
This that Chris Rock laughing out loud sh**
This that cheese sh** no Laughing Cow sh**
This that 'pow pow' no gun talk
Verbally a**ault rifle rappers no gun talk
Get with it I got my eye on seven digits
I got my gun at ten n******gs
I got my tongue going off at these n******gs like ten triggers
n***a I k** n******gs I don't feel n******gs
I don't feel rappers
[Verse 2: KingKwame]
Simphe!
I swear these n******gs tryna f** up my propellers
I heard yo sh** I swear yo sh** does not compel us
If you test us I swear you'll feel my reign like umbrellas
If you jealous just say you jealous yo flow poor like favelas
Uh
Tukays aspires to be too paid
n***a do you see me? n***a this is Blu-Ray
Eating sweet rappers sweet tooth f** a tooth ache
Eat a rapper whole for dessert creme brulee
Dawg I swear you messed up you asked me for a feature dawg I swear you messed up
My apologies all honesty
p**y n******gs forming labels n***a that's sorority
p**y n******gs coming at me f** em like an orgy
The origins of youngens my good n***a f** seniority
p**y is priority just kidding
Oh la la I am underground how can you complain?
n***a pop the champagne n***a I got through the pain
Homie I'll abuse you n***a Joe Jackson
My flow progressive no taxing
n******gs into balling boy f** yo mascot
Why would you jack weed n***a that is jackpot
That's a pun though blow me like a gun though
p**y n******gs ain't getting no p**y like a nun though
p**y n******gs letting down they hair like Rapunzel
Puns on deck straight balling no Mutumbo
[Verse 3: KingKwame]
We gon' ball n***a backspin
Hours in the booth with Masta-T you can ask him
Till they bring the racks in
Till stadiums packed in
Swear to God mark my words I'm not relaxing
Switched through like three different genres ain't see no commas
Promise I ain't stopping till glory upon us
Mama said son stay away from the industry
Paps said son stay away from the industry
Disobedience my heart is bleeding I am anemic
I'm elitist d**h is defeated I pledge allegiance
To them boys screaming Skucha who be spitting like some alcoholics
I ain't stopping over Rapperholic this ain't hyperbolic
Look into the future ain't no prophet all I see is profit
Walk into the shop we shoplift ain't no point in shopping
Underground prince been underground since
You ain't done sh** who you tryna convince?
This is glory season go tell your story season
Soon it will be Maserati black on black Ferrari season
n***a I aspire before I respire then I reach higher
Before I retire I cease to respire
Before I cease fire I cease to respire
You gon' see fire n***a you gon' see fire
Double K