I heard your a** was talking sh** all along
But I bet this verse will silence your a** like Louis Vuitton
Silence your S like Louis Vuitton
The city sleeping on us, wake 'em up and tell 'em we on
I come across as mean, co*ky and arrogant
I come across as that kid who's tryna bury them
I come across as the sickest of them all
They should have crucified Jesus in my s**m the way I come across
Only a few are gonna get that
Middle finger for F.U. if you don't get that
I'm never k**ing n***as, want no blood on sh**
Mess with me, my dawgs will come after you like a V
That's alphabetical
They call me Lyrical Satan
I'm blazing flames, going ape sh**
And changing lanes on these basics
When n***as try to test me, like face-to-face I just Ace it
Shout-out to both my parents, they fed me lames when they raised me
Look, I'm back my dude
Tryna get this cash my dude
I just wanna get the dollars and dibas in a lot of f**in figures
Take my momma from the village
Bring her back up in the city to let her see Son is k**ing sh**
I'm finna get it in, until they're feeling me
I run the city b**h, I'm talking lyrically
I always get it better, they call me Tony Montana
I'm going to get this cheddar and get it until infinity
I swear to God its getting heavy
How everyone around me is waiting for me to make it
And I try to tell 'em chill my n***as and keep on praying
But with every year that pa**es I can see they're losing patience
For real
And they tell me you gotta blow, fam
I tell em to keep calm like a Sperm Bank
My time is coming I'ma blow up in a little bit
We can bet on it like a cricket pitch
I'm back again on Some lyrical genocide
Rappers getting headaches every single time I get the mic
When I started this sh** was peaceful
But now I slice a n***a's brains just so I can get a peace of mind
This' not a song for the girly-girls and the groupies
Not for the people that like a song for a good beat
The ones that love you depending how good the hook is
This' for the ones that love you 'cause they really get what you spit
I'm tryna prove that your favourite rapper ain't the best
Well, at least not lyrically
Not ill as me, admit it G
My sh** is lit, I'm a ill MC
With the meanest sk** and a vivid dream of k**ing every n***a in the industry
They always ask me, "Why the game ignores you?"
"How did so and so get to blow before You?"
"You got punchlines and fast flows, how you do that sh**?"
I grew up listening to Li' Wayne and Ludacris
When days are dark, friends are few
But you see them coming back when it all goes sunny, man, buka
When a n***a had the grind for the shine
Man, I swear I was alone like borrowed money, babuya
And ntwana I'm not saying I'm the beat rapper
But I'm better than the guy you call the best rapper
So don't you ever compare me to so n so
'Cause if you take away their hooks, their verses are not that dope
For real