(Verse 1) Okay I could k** the game by the way I start with this inflow Come to think about it, I'm coming in like a pillow Imma start off cool and then get warmer you gotta flip it Same process b**h, the sh** I spit is wicked Sorry that I'm so different, sorry that I'm indifferent I really don't give a f** so I can not supply your interests b**h, I'm the head star, ya'll my deputy's Smashing every stair so you motherf**ers can't step to me And how the hell can ya'll step to me if you can stomach me? Lately I've been cooling off my stepping through some oven heat Lately its been f** the vegetables I want that f**ing beef b**h I caught that subtweet you hit at me so take a seat Yo your p**y's like a tissue People gonna use it then never again look into you Sorry its the coldest truth, I though I spit the realest sh** Half of ya'll me fans and friends so how can ya'll forget That Tripp isn't dominant Tripp is nothing more then the definition of dominance Sorry keep your "compliments", sorry keep your faces Stay the f** away from me welcome to Hells Playlist