[Verse 1]
I came with the intention to be the greatest to ever do it
To be the teacher, turn the rappers you idolize into students
You talk about it, I do it. You guessed about it, I knew it
Only weak sh** is coming out your mouth and I talk my bullsh** like fluent
What I'm doing-I'm on my G-rind
You went off the dome once in the time I used to write three rhymes
I'm better and the concept's so obvious
I'm in the building opposite where the lobby is
I'm talking louder on a track than a 'rarri b**h
And you ain't saying nothing
Point to who the livest is
It's C - for cum
O - for on emcees
D- I give to your girl at the funeral H-O-M-E
So she thinks that I'm raunchy
I only pounce when it seems you ain't watching
And now that goes for p**y rappers reminding me of gazelles
If you ain't know before, I'll show you I'll sh** on any rapper up at Double X-L
I'll see you in Hell
On the rap gods, f** who you tell
Y'all like a Jehovah's Witness, we ain't tryna buy what you sell
Professional bar dropper, sending n***as to jail
[Verse 2]
I'm in the best shape of my life in a world surrounded by squares
It ain't personal, I only mess with diamonds can you compare?
Yeah, just a spitter with a temper, a vendetta too
And I've been had you aimed down since I came up out of middle school
So smooth with it
OD, D-Roch, Marab, we some smooth n***as
Coming to tear this genre a new a**hole, f** if you cool with us
This joint got me tripping, in fact the room's spinning
This rap sh** was never a game to me but who's winning?
Y'all are knowing dudes sinning
Selling their souls to go gold, this sh** is old news
Old crews move out the way for this new sh**
Pull up a lawn chair with your retired a** and listen to dude spit
Now, bow your heads and pray for the rappers that I just k**ed, b**h
[Verse 3]
Since beef with you know who, I've stepped my game up
What up Tye?
I'm on mine, f**ing with me's like stepping on a land mine
What up Tye?
I'm blowing up, what are you doing?
I'm putting out mixtapes, last I checked you were YouTube-ing
What up Tye?
I ain't dissing, you should relax some
In fact, me and you should even go get on a track some (Psych) time
My rhymes are like Dr. Seuss
And I'm in and out of this booth, I ain't even taking my time
What up Tye?
Andover sure is dancing now
I'm knocking fire verses out, something like Pacquiao
This beat and my flow sounds so soothing like a cat's meow
I've said all I needed to man
I guess that it's past me now
It's OD ho don't overdose