[Verse 1: Denny Lanez]
Don't talk to me bout paying dues
Hot boy still play it cool
Yall rappers like a plate of food, i never play to lose so i break the rules
I might break ya jaw, break ya arm until im breaking off on breaking news
Make ya move this a throw away ain't no way they taming zues
Pop off
Go in head first & get it knocked off
Im the illest in it ppl get it twisted when im in here mixin these pop songs
Lowkey, Pockets obese
Gettin no sleep for like 4 weeks
Newest version of the old me
I ain't eatin till my bros eat
Im a present to peasants
My minds been infected, injected with essence
& soaked in perfection
I rip thru ya section
Lyrical weapon
Like doo doo doo doo
Start countin ya blessings
Ima pull up quick flex throwin cold punches
Tell em run up till they pull something
The media keep on talkin stupid
But the one thats talkin always often losing
Ion whip dance
Small world, big plans
She wanna ride like six flags
I spit fast & get cash
Run it & gunnin i told ya im comin
Im runnin the summer
The game took me under
Wooooo, Ball like the thunder
Juice in abundance
Gats & the Cash in the cuberts
Delirious boars
Envious furious lords
Let it all leak from my pours
See me so gimme awards
For, speaking the beast gonna feast & record
Ooo im close enough, dont open up like pinatas
If u ain't got nothing pls say nada
Leaving all these dead beats like a bad father
Ima rare fossil
Im Aristotle
Ur Aeropostale, please dont speak
Weird problems
Like Scared models
Either play possum or dont sleep
Aye....(yeah) ...I feel like zeus
*this ain't the hook but* I feel like zeus
Ahhh feel like zeus
[Verse 2: Denny Lanez]
I use to write till my right was sore
Tell these rappers dont write no more
The sights of war
I like the gore
I slice ya car
With viking swords
We dont fight no more
We just pop & bang ya like Walter Payton
Bear arms & these -----
& the paparazzi try to stop my flavor
Can't stop the matrix from watching vagrants
Im switchin the flow
Figure the distance & engine is itchin to blow
I am the pope
Show you the ropes
I am not fond of them whippin in stoves
Sitting alone, splitting the coast
Breaking a bottle as soon as we toast
Writing a verse that will pick at their bones
Zeus in the flesh when I get in my zone
Zeus in the flesh when I get in my zone, (oooh)
When A winner speaks, miss me with them twitter beefs
Murder Mil got cop k**ers & real hitters up in them streets, (like oooohh)
Pardon me someone help em
Apologies are too seldom
Never back tracking, im back at it in other words n***a welcome, (in other words n***a welcome..)