(Intro)
Ya
Real sh** man
Real sh**
[Verse 1]
Got all these damn people picking fights with the boy
Jesus Christ with the boy
Crucifying n***as on a cross like a toy
Don't play with the boy
n***as too scared to be firing real shots
Makes me question wether or not they have a co*k
n***as talking sh** always talk behind my back
Playin on the field balls some sh** these n***as lack
I ain't even done yet
Telling me my flow is whack like why'd you even say jack
You ain't even on my level and I'm about to prove that
I see you post them playlists and they s** how sad
Until y'all start making music I'm never gonna hear you
You need to get it through your head I'll never f**in fear you
But with all the sh** you talking you lucky I don't k** you
These n***as call me venom cause Im deadly like a recluse
You're so f**ing dead to me I forgot I f**ing met you
Eating like a locust I am the one you'll be fed to
I'm the one who started droppin I'm the one who the one who caused the trend dude
Reppin for my city I'll be the only one to stay true
Young 6 God in the making but I won't own the 6
Instead I'll own the 9 and my flows will keep it lit
My predictions are on point that's some Nostradamus sh**, man
[Hook]
Hit em up like
Hit em up like
Hit em up like
Hit em up like
Hit em up like
Hit em up like
All these n***as blowing up gotta hit em up like
[Verse 2]
Damn
All these n***as talking crap they never f**ing learn
I guess I'll have to get their face and shove it in the dirt
Never stop talking they don't f**ing know
Who they really messing with
They better hit the road
They bout to tick me off I ain't ever explode
In this music biz I can't have no damn friends
They end up stealing from me and I lose in the end
I'll always get revenge just know that f**ing fact
Making all my measurement for this sh**, and they exact
They keep talking sh** thinking hoping I react
Don't make me get a blade and run it down your back
I ain't even playing
You're supposed to take it literally when I tell you that I'm slaying
Don't make me call you out when I make it
Standing on a stage with 50000 in attendance
I'll run down the list naming every hater
With my middle finger up saying you can thank me later
I will not f**ing serve you
I am not your waiter
Even if I go big y'all still some f**ing traitors
After my success they'll have to interview for fader
I'm a prodigy of Drake I hope that you can see it
I'm learning from the teacher and what they say is true
The student will always surpa** his teacher
I'm in the studio training
Drake you are my teacher
But you know for a fact that I'll be the one to beat you