[Hook 2x]
You ain't got no style anyway
You got any clout anyway
They don't hold you down anyway
(Anyway anyway anyway anyway)
You just run your mouth anyway
I run you by miles anyway
I'ma run this town anyway
(Anyway anyway anyway anyway)
[Verse 1]
Ain't no time for that fake sh**
This year we gon really go ape sh**
Ain't nobody in the city gonna hold us when we out here recording 5 stars in the basement
By law I'm a God no debating, and really I'm appalled by the gall of your statements
Get involved or begone, no complacence
What you thought, this was all entertainment
Spielberg adjacent
My style so irrational, not a hand me down, and it can't be found
I heard your song getting pa**ed around in a trash compile and I cracked a smile
Knew all along you won't last awhile, but you still with the slick sh** talking like big sh**
This b**h sounding insane and a lame, and they wonder why I act so different (I'm sayin!)
This the type of sh** you wish you make
Lay your a** down through the wayside, b**h you're on standby, I be on hang time, anybody cosign you is a damn lie
Words I'm living
They mention your b**h like "word, I hit it"
Second guess me, Ima let the rest see how you turn up rappers gon turn up missing
[Hook 2x]
You ain't got no style anyway
You got any clout anyway
They don't hold you down anyway
(Anyway anyway anyway anyway)
You just run your mouth anyway
I run you by miles anyway
I'ma run this town anyway
(Anyway anyway anyway anyway)
[Verse 2]
What it be, what it do bro
Really tho, low key, I'm the new hope
Cut and dry, proceed, I'm the new dope
Some say I'm OD but these fools know
Folks talking on me, I'm like who know
They know I don't speak, so they threw stones
If I used both feet on their necks, won't breathe nothing left, I could turn a new leaf but screw growth
Guess this how the facts go, ain't trying to give no daps bro
You take mine and don't pay fines, f** that - I want half ho!
Most of y'all look like dinner to me
Parmesan and fish with some lemon to me
I know you sound scorned when I toot my horn, that's what happens when you play second fiddle to me
You n***as get a job or something
Run a kiosk at the mall or something
Sell Love Spell and some French nails, 20 half off for something
You ain't hot so f** it
Long as I'm alive, it was all for nothing, wasted your life with the weakest sh**
It was dope BUT the rhymes and the beats you picked
The real is back, happy Easter b**h
[Hook 4x]
You ain't got no style anyway
You got any clout anyway
They don't hold you down anyway
(Anyway anyway anyway anyway)
You just run your mouth anyway
I run you by miles anyway
I'ma run this town anyway
(Anyway anyway anyway anyway)