Some tell me I'm a one hit wonder
They don't like me, no wonder
Cuz I've been a part of two number ones, and a number two
And never chart places that I conjured up
I am over, also I am under
Ground level I vote but not thunder, [?]
At this age I've mastered my flow
I keep it so tight and my style don't blunder!
William's not a tit fake like silicone
I run up in your house for the O's like, "gimme 'em,"
Ghetts don't want it with a king from the east side
Don't want it with a king from Meridian
P Money couldn't k** him off, I'll finish him
Goodz is a gra** cold case, he's bringin' em [?]
Man wanna get the title I got
But I go through the battles and spitters ain't winnin' em
Logan, please tell Ghetts I'm a don for him
Cuz he don't speak up now it's on for him
He's not on the panel, know that
I'm never gonna be so what's gone wrong for him?
It's a fact you're the shadow I came to
If you ever get an arrow and aim you're gonna miss it
Don't mind me, my name's here, diss it
Cuz I come back and reply, then I k** it
Why? I'm winning, did from the beginning
I coulda made money in the days of the shilling
I see a man spittin' bars to a predator dude
In the video, what's wrong with him?
It's the wrong path, it's the wrong riddim
It's the wrong everything, I ain't kiddin'
You look high in the vid like you're pillin'
And next you'll be spittin' a bar on loose women
I'm way too fiery
Took out your crew entirely
Where are they now? Inspire me
I can see em, but they ain't with you
sh**'s real I ain't hatin' you, I'm just Kylea
You're riley [?]
k** a soundboy right now so th'wall them fans admire me [?]
Which wuss 'a boi wan test me? [?]
Check out the date and it's like dem 'a reach expiry!
Yo, on the battlefield I am not a griever
Got a heart in my chest cold like a freezer
Go to war, no money in the pocket
It's not about dough; cah I'm still a big achiever
They can be Ghetts, Rotten, Goodz, Double;
I still know I'm gonna defeat ya, cuz after war you bred before war [?]
You think I just do it cuz I smoke the reefer [?]
Who's gone pop now, follow my footsteps
Eskimo still dances around
Better mind them tunes, don't spoil on the hood rep
I knew you would part with the sound [?]
So all of your talk was gas, but a good step
I still rate ya kid, you're not a clown
But next time think before you get leery
Cuz Dot Rotten I'll spin you around, tell em
I'm in the battle, and I battle to win win
You hear me spittin' lyrics, I ain't copying him him
Blue no tight, yeah I'm stackin' the pink pink [?]
Bars come for him when I'm sippin' my drink drink
More grime though and you're lackin' an imprint
You said a silly thing, get rid of the shin splints
I ain't gotta care what a next of kin thinks
I won't see 'em all, I have best of shindig [?]
When I'm winnin I win big, gospel
One track mind like I'm living in a hostel
You can be hostile, look at where it got you
Sing this songs like three, it's a pop tune [?]
I do pop too, so you're not alone bro
But this year I am gonna go solo
Next year you man are gonna follow me again
When I grow more buds; I'm home grown talent
You man are just scared and I know so
Don't be though, Goodz chats to the po-po
In his mind, bare thoughts of a bozo [?]
Tired face breddeh when I look into the photo
Catch him, puffin on the firework snow-cone
Yes, and it's got man in a choke hold
I feel young, but I'm so old
I know I got better songs in my old rope
You've got no hope, I'm the king here
Tell a man that's not gangster like sincere
I've been a king ever since any one of you have been here
Ghetts be the best emcee, you've got more chance of seeing a man with pink hair
That's not a reality so I sit clear
And imagine who is
And in a flash, fam, it's clear
I am the one who had a sh** year
Still got on the list with no wrist wear
No new wave, I didn't do sh**
Still taught you a lesson in music
Coulda done 10 minutes with my eyes closed
Keep on chattin' like a psycho
Too much to say on the riddim
When you leave this battle, you leave with no title
Why am I fightin' for survival?
When I'm this good at what I do, no rivals
I got a skank in this tribal market in viral
I've been on a ten year cycle
No play ting I spray venom on the vinyl [?]
1210 spinnin' in a pattern never spiral
This year I'm gonna go pop
But I don't mean idol
Local, anywhere I go I get headline
I get it done and it's way before deadlines
Get it right, you are never gonna block me
I search for the dirt in your hair like a head lice
No kiddin', no breddin'
You can't reach on the level
What, you're doin' *my* head in?
I wanna hold back, 'low them really
And then tomorrow it's like, Wiley, get him