Ashtin Larold - Untouchable lyrics

[Verse 1: Ashtin Larold] Lock myself in a room with a notebook And I ain't coming out 'til there's no more pages I got no more patience I've been at it too long, now there's no more waitin' Since I was a kid, I've been dreaming 'bout hearing my music on radio stations Having visions of fame, selling out shows through the nation, and jumping off stages Now, I'm the man Now, I got fans Now, people know what my name is I hear all these rappers keep claiming they hungry, but my appetite is voracious I don't need money or praise I don't need diamonds or chains I wanna be great I want a platform to speak to the ma**es and have people hear what I'm sayin' Started this sh** in the basement Look what I built on my own Give me a beat and a mic, I'll build you an empire b**h, gimme my throne! All of the seeds that I've sown Have all been the trees that I've grown Built me a castle from stones f** all the leases and loans I did it completely alone, yeah [Hook: Ashtin Larold] You don't know my grind You don't-you don't know my grind (b**h, I'm untouchable!) You don't know my grind You don't-you don't know my-know my (Whoo!) You don't know my grind You don't-you don't know my grind (b**h, I'm untouchable!) You don't know my grind You don't-you don't know my-know my (Whoo!) [Verse 2: Ashtin Larold] I'm looking around, all I'm seeing is clowns This game is a circus Meaningless verses, lyrically worthless Rappers see me and get nervous They see that I'm workin' See the look in my eyes and they know that they're beat! They see I can hurt 'em 'Cause the sh** that they write I can do in my sleep! You people just cannot compete I'm out of your league, we're in different games Stay in your lane I keep it unique, when everyone else has been acting the same Oh, you spit flames? Got you a Rollie, a Phantom, a Lambo', a mansion, and chains? Oh, you sip lean? Oh, you be keeping that heat on your waist, and letting it bang? Ask me if I give a f**...the answer is no! I hope that you're sipping that lean while you're driving, you swerve off the road, and your Phantom explodes I hope that your piece jams when you aim, and you take at least three to the dome You weren't on Frank Block with no gang, Slim! You were sleeping at home! I'm done holding back I'm only spitting the facts Half of these rappers you listen to can't even rap They're wack; sh**, it's as simple as that! Put me against three of these hacks on a track, come back, and see where we're at I'm leaving 'em bleeding from here If they speaking, I'll cleave 'em in half like I'm wieldin' an ax! I'm hungry Thought I told you I am hungry Eating rappers like I'm Hannibal I'm an animal, y'all are lunchmeat On top of the food chain None of you lames are above me And no matter what you say, I'mma prove that you can't touch me! [Hook: Ashtin Larold] You don't know my grind You don't-you don't know my grind (b**h, I'm untouchable!) You don't know my grind You don't-you don't know my-know my (Whoo!) You don't know my grind You don't-you don't know my grind (b**h, I'm untouchable!) You don't know my grind You don't-you don't know my-know my (Whoo!)