Verse 1: Yea Cold Dopest like I gotta be Competition opposition wishing they was hot as me Rocking beats properly mockery's never stopping me Monstrosity Spittin these flows Pros I gotta look to freak Better lock them windows and doors Kicking sh** down We ain't tippy toe Hit em with rhythm and the venomous pose Yall n***as whack be sellin yo souls I'm the rambunctious youngster you was hating on Now I keep my feet up and whistle and make you play my songs East to the west west to east Midwest to south gotta bounce to the beat Mouth like a beast and I'm out for a feast Dinner time when I take you out to eat eat eat Bone appetite Yea Eating up your skull and bones Mama I'm going on tour and I'm never coming home Inspired by tech9 pac dmx and bone Cube, nas rakim now I fiend for a microphone Rome italy in the throne vicinity Now I'm known to literally Whistle at all my enemies Chorus: You can do it like this I do it like that You can get with this or you get with that Got them haters pissed we bout to run the map Mitză on the beat and Rebel's where it's at Taunting Haters like This the whistle song This the whistle song This the whistle song This the whistle song Verse 2: Man I swear to god I was paralyzed Turn on the radio it's like you being terrorized Luckily I found the underground or i'd be there inside Careless 9to5 telling my manager I could burst a rhyme Really I was wasting time With a fake unfaithful hateful dime Better take yo pace and grind Cause life don't like replacing signs This is verbal warfare call it rhythm violence Be k**ing you n***as till I'm getting my moment of silence uh And let the fat b**h sing Career done and over cold shoulder just leave Since 16 spitting like a m16 Now I'm fully loaded Exploding extended magazines Chorus* Verse 3 I manifested invested in a presence thats impressing You can't catch up with my lyrics Don't make no song selections Yall trying take Possession by where some skirts and dresses Ugh boots, Bugatti coops, and over price beverage Honestly i don't know what they be on They telling me i should dumb now I think you should smarten up go read a book and study your nouns You talkin popin molly's and partying with Miley Cyrus I'm talking wealth alliance and firing at all the tyrants So let the fat b**h sing You dead done and over in the underdog scene Shine supernova bright over all things And i whistle to a melody my over all theme Chorus*