Syndrome Beats - 5 Fingers of d**h lyrics

[Verse 1: Ashtin Larold] Young man balling like LeBron James I ain't on the court, but I'm on the hot page I got five different beats, k** 'em five different ways Man, these kids make me laugh when they say they spit flames It's a shame 'Cause you ain't got what I got, bruh I am on top of all of these rappers They are not tough Everybody thinks that they hot stuff Let me be the first one to tell you: you are not, cuz Huh! Everybody wanna spit the way that I do Treat a childish rapper like he Caillou I could write eleven f**ing novels and a haiku In the same time you'd take to write a single line, dude It would take 21 savages to drop me And a whole boatful of Lil Yachty's And if you think that any garbage rapper in this game tops me You been smoking too much broccoli (huh!) I've been really going hard: call me Tungsten Raising up the bar on you munchkins Yeah, you be pulling up in cars at the function But I been spitting bars at the function I'm a wizard on the mic: call me Dumbledore or Voldemort Tatted all over like Baltimore rappercore Hunting down these rappers like the kid was born on Mandalore I'm treating competition like Michael Vick with a Labrador [Verse 2: Ashtin Larold] But I could change it up like a switch hitter Stomach full of mixed liquor, still I spit sicker than these other MCs You ain't f**ing with me, like a nun that you met on Tinder I'm Master Splinter, but rip a mic like Shredder I'm better than these rats only in it for the cheddar I'm a veteran Y'all a bunch of squares like Tiananmen I'm eating young bucks like venison I'm clever when- -ever I spit with sharp, devilish wit My bars are heaven-sent You are essentially sh** I flush 'em down, then I spray Febreze Y'all best stay away from me I slay with these, I play for keeps I'm basically a raging beast Serve rappers like a maître'd Call me DJ Khaled, got the Major Keys I'm top-shelf like grade-A beef Y'all are softer than a mattress made of Tempur-Pedic foam Either step up to my throne, or leave me the hell alone I'm in my zone like Kanye, sipping on Bombay They taking shots at me like Harambe I'm finna blow like Pompeii, so stay out of my way 'Cause I'm a verbal giant like Andre I'm hotter than the sun's rays in the summer I was Lon Chaney's plumber [Verse 3: Ashtin Larold] You ain't f**ing with the boy like a mean ex I spit sick: get the microphone a Kleenex I'mma be next f** it, I'mma be best I bully rappers like the mean kid at recess Yeah, I run the game like a PC All of these rappers are cheesy And if you're on Twitter and see me, it'd be really sweet to hit me with the retweet Whoa, k**ing the flow Colder than sticking your dick in six inches of snow I'm sicker than syphilis when I be spitting these writtens I'm slick with the syllables, bro Welcome to cla**: here's the syllabus, ho I'm giving the lesson, call me the Professor Act up and you get a detention I guess I should mention: I'm also the principal, ho! Do you like when I run it like that? Do you want me to run it right back? Nah! I ain't really into mumble-type rap Or the b**hes-and-the-money-type rap Nah! 'Cause, to me, that's dummy-type rap And I'm looking for a little bit more All the people on the radio spitting that dumb sh** leave me just a little bit bored Yeah Don't need a million to know I'm the best I'm different, I'm different, I'm not like the rest Only thing that I need to succeed is a beat And there's one on repeat right inside of my chest And that sh** won't stop 'til I take my last breath... and I'm still breathing! b**h, I am the Devil, this body's my vessel The judge to all these heathens [Verse 4: Ashtin Larold] Yeah, yeah Uh! f** fame: I just want a life that's stable I just want to put food on my table Want a house and a car, good friends and family Gimme Netflix, I don't need cable Just as long as I'm able to keep making music And laugh at the people who said I was stupid Prove everyone wrong who said I could not do it All I have is this pa**ion, and I'mma pursue it That's real This is some sh** that I feel I'm in my own lane, with both hands on the wheel And I'mma keep doing my thing 'til I've made it I won't ever stop, and I won't ever kneel I'm snapping, I'm happy, I'm handsome, I'm young I'm proud of this person that I have become I followed my pa**ion, I made that sh** happen I'm making the people who doubted look dumb Look where I'm from, and look at me now Feeling on top: I don't wanna look down To all of the people that helped me get where I am: Just know I won't stop 'til I've made you proud [Verse 5: Ashtin Larold] One, two, three, four, five! Gimme a beat, and I'mma eat that sh** alive! Been the best since '12, when I learned how to rhyme And that sh** won't stop until I have resigned Oh my, I rhyme outside the lines Call me Optimus, because I'm in my prime My grind's on the rise like tangent lines Did it all without a co-sign Get it? Y'all can't f** with the kid like Billy I'm savage, y'all just meek like Milly Y'all average, mine's just mean I'm really f**ing hot, y'all bars are a little bit chilly Clap, clap, everybody clap When I step up to a microphone, you know I'm gonna snap Cartographer: put my city on the map Still sleeping on me? You better wake up from your nap Control the game like I'm Simon You know the name, 'cause I'm grindin' No 9 to 5 as long as I'm alive If I don't do this sh**, then I'm dyin'! Huh!