Jordan adlib: Yesssssiirrrrr
[Verse:]
Anti-Hype on the chest mayne
RapGod, tell the Anti-Christ its a chess game
Dance with the devil, what does that mean?
Hit the Soundcloud, click a track & let it Jet-stream
Cuz im higher than a muhf**in jet plane
Blowing out the green like a Jet's game
Drinkin' brown not white on a long a** flight
Watching Netflix on the f**in jet screen, n***a what?
That's enough fly talk, let me get into some real sh**
Uh, i ain't never caught a body but notoriously i k** sh**
Tyrannical the cannibal, Stacks on the boards; Earl Manigault
Treat these other rappers like a lion to an antelope
Let the iron split ya cantaloupe
Because your're lying in your anecdote but here i am; the antidote
RapGod say Amen when i walk into the building ho
How U want it?
Nike Boxes or them 100s stacked up to the ceiling ho
These artists is acting up
They only got a plaque just for acting tough
But a one-hit-wonder is just that
And nah n***a we ain't never stacked enough
Boy u sound too pround just to only have a Soundcloud
And that money machine....Well it seems
To always find a way of drowning all the haters sounds out
I ain't f**ing wit u wannabe's claiming that you wanna meet
Cuz you heard the RapGod sauna beats
I ain't even gotta go no further
Because you know that i'll murder any rapper that you ever
Put in front of me
Word
[Hook x2]
Uh, a real hustler never satisfied
A real man never satisfied
A real artist never satisfied
If u wanna get this money gotta get up off ya a**
Gotta plan, yea my n***a gotta strategize
[Verse:]
The King of the State before Villematic
Dope so pure that it k** addicts
Kick game so deep that it fills attics
I ain't talking bout Twitter but we still at it
How dare you claim King when ya sk**s average?
No matter what you call your green, sh** still babbage
f** how you feel my sh** cla**ic
Bank account ain't complete til the mills pa**ing
More money than my whole life made in the last year
And we blow that sh** fast, bout to switch it into last gear
Always thankful but never complacent
Kiss the Game Goodbye but i ain't talkin bout Jason
Most these n***as high, they ain't talkin bout Nathan
Soon as they sober up they be dropping them statements
Uh, ain't enough fans cuz its too many artists
But f** that regardless, i still go the hardest
I was getting love way out in Lafayette Gardens
Real Talk
Yall dont got what it takes to ever be MCs
We done moved more weight than GNC
The only place i wait in line is the DMV
Rap God
[Hook x2]
Uh, a real hustler never satisfied
A real man never satisfied
A real artist never satisfied
If u wanna get this money gotta get up off ya a**
Gotta plan, yea my n***a gotta strategize
[Verse:]
Going in for a 3rd time, cuz a n***a never satisfied
For some reason in the city of Charlotte n***a...
My real talent ain't gratified
If you ever say i told one....
Then we knowing that sh** a lie
We sold that sh** for the muhf**in money n***a
Not to ever get glamorized
Trying my hardest but can't find an artist
Who matching me talent-wise
The best in my city, the coupe do 250
Two b**hes from Ballantyne
Astronomers acknowledge i am the star that they honoring
Prices so right that they bite like piranhas
Until all the ganja end, more whips than IronMan n***a
Gone