Byzantine Beats - About It lyrics

We the ones verbally murdering, hurdling past these wanna be me's Please tell me, this ain't my only competition I teach these boys the rules like my notebook composition Now I got the whole world itching to know what I cook in the kitchen Yah, yall don't want none Lethal like fixed sentences, yall are run-ons And when I got guns on, all they do is run Now that I'm on top, I do my ish for fun Yeah, threw my watch in a safe, now I got the game on lock Yall watching to be safe, but Treshawn can never be stopped Skeptics, expect me to be worse for their favor Only time there's an L in my favor's when there's flavor Beat so retarded, but it's yet to fail me Got yall gasping for some air, screaming help me I'm straight merking, hope the customers know what I'm selling at Got enough fire to be spitting all the way to hell and back Money, money, money got me looking good On top of the game to make sure the rest of yall are understood Money talks, even if there is no cents in it All these fans be complimenting, I'm like please don't mention it I'm saying, I'm ill, I'm spreading, it's like my music got rabies Everyone hollering at me like "Okay, T" like I'm KB Keepin it real professional, all you scrubs be looking D6 I ain't about shady business, so eff Lane Corley and his ecigs These rappers whack They jump on tracks But they can't rap And that's a fact I'm holding racks All I ask is What yall know about it? If yall talking smack But yall won't at I'll make sure to wipe yall off the map Its all in the stats All I ask is What yall know about it? Eff Lane, eff your mentality, you got no sk** Last time I ran over a p**y, it was considered road k** I'm blowing everyone's mind, no h*mo, but call a medic Imma leave lane so trippy, he's gonna be calling me the psychedelic Bruh, no hard feelings, I'm just showing you where I stand I ain't the one with a blunt and corona in either of my hands This ain't all of me, I'm keeping it Costco, ur getting samples My verses blow the game away like its name was Sarah Campbell I'm switching lanes, jumping lanes, yeah I'm going lane to lane I'm high up in the rankings like my sk** be smoking Mary Jane You say you an inspiration, but that ain't true at all Why would someone follow a kid that smokes ecigs in a bathroom stall? I'm saying I'm on the throne, and I'm here to stay for a while But all these dead rappers are starting to make big pile The game's only getting easier, all yall rappers rapping poorly Please don't ever rap again if your name is Lane Corley Call it beef, I'm gonna call it HATE with all caps You barely surviving me while I'm sending small taps I'm saying it takes half my energy for you to fall back All it took was liquor and d** for you to think ur all that? Bruh, you done messed up, my lines be straight k**in All this brutal winning, you'd think that I'm a villain Especially with all the rappers blood that be spillin But I'm no ceiling, all these cold lines leave me chillin Im like the Nick Patterson of rap, call me the prodigy I be straight ballin, you stank more than cottage cheese Bruh, you success such a lie, I'd put in under mythology After listening to your tracks, Lane you owe the rap world an apology I'm handing out pink slips, lane I just ended your career In my game, it takes more than stealing cars to be feared I'm on a streak now, that's one, two, three, and now four You're probably the only rapper at lakeside worse than average moe