[Verse]
I hant got checks to brag about, I brag about sk**
The best rapper out searching for a f*ggot to k**
And I hant a f** to give about the records you sold
When Swae Lee sounds like you f**ing ten years old
I'm peeling wigs like Apache, ya can't match me
Rhyme thoughts travel through my mind like taxis
I don't give f** if my hooks aren't catchy
Cause y'all fail when ya try but I'm dope nat'rlly
Beats want to be with me, other rappers want to be me
Will and The f**ing Mix, lyrical genius genie
Eat rappers like a Kiwi or some Linguine
Or Paninis coz they're more feminine than bikinis
They're minimum on a minim or a crotchet, they lost it
I be knocking out they're props no matter how much it costed
I drop a deadly curse in every verse out my dome piece
Postpone peace from Greece to close as my own street