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