SOS - The Heir lyrics

[Verse 1: S.o.S] Pressure mounting and its rising til it f** around and spill again/ I'm built to win, competition in a box, I'mma seal 'em in/ Copy and pasting, ya spitting bout the same thing/ I'm a machete, ya rappers paper mache thin/ Was born ready, my flow steady, just say when/ Dub-D, I'm riding around with made men/ Murder for excellence, justifying insane ends/ Lord forgive me for repeating the same sins/ Old n***as not know its time to step down/ Can't tell the difference 'tween back then and right now/ Young Bobby Fischer, 10 steps ahead of ya/ Step into the ring, Sugar Ray my competitors/ Back into a corner, ya giving me reasons/ Caged in, knowing that I'm coming out beasting/ Swinging, back for as long as I'm breathing/ The rain keeps pouring, Hurricane Season/