[Keys: Verse 1] Bright colors, wack diss, tracks done The return of the mothaf**in' beast has come Turn off the lights let the monsters come I gotta eat a few b**hes you next, yum Now this not a rap verse I am not a rapper This is a key of raw dope and I'm a trapper Yeah I'm still a spartan I will still attack her Yall are doing Keys again all of yall relaxers I know what yall expected now this verse right But that pussies loose and this verse is tight You only gotta diss em once if you diss em first right Your neck looks good and this verse bite Playing real beef yall made beef wack So I don't even want it You can have that beef back Cuz to me its starting to look like these verses is cloned And to me its starting to look like a nursery home See my bars so hot I dont need the buzz And my flow so cold they in need of Uggs Freestyle so epic I can take a year off Come back with a 16 and blow ya ears off and chill I'm on a rap b**h diet Unless a b**h wanna try it Already setting trends only 10 months in it Maybe I should diss a rap b**h for stealing my gimmick (hmm) No, thats a little too expected Ima let them b**hes have my sloppy seconds Meanwhile this is my year took it ran You ain't get the memo b**h check your spam!