Yeah, yeahHuh? Huh?Guess I'll show you on the beatYeah, yeahUh, uhOkay, hello, everything's goin' breastplate like yellowTrouble in town, no, I can't sit mellowFeelin' my hype, left brain on verbalBetter live a legend than repeat my struggleLookin' for attention, better sit back, followLookin' for the mission of a low-key fellow, uhFollow that!*, let me start this againI can never lose nowEven if I took an L, I'd piss that straight on youI don't check the newsAyyLive my life so private, I don't read DMsIt's true, I'm pretentious, that's my moodAyyI fuckin' love myself, I think I'm way better than youI might quit this soon, ayyYeahLet you fuckers take an A, resent it, I'll repeal itI'll show my fateMovin' much better than the city to waitGive a lot of dowry, cover my faceBring the boss, I'll spit in his faceWhat do I do?I walk out, can't kick in his faceBring all's out, can't lick him in shitsKick my god down, I'll get him with brickKill him outside, I'll cripple this placeMove like a machineFrom the mission, I'll proceedImmolation's incompleteWith my friends, I can't repeat itI'm a predator, believeThat's my move, if you won't see itYou gon' take the real defenseYou screwin' us, I'ma deleteI got the role of the legend, I'm madYou won't see me in person unless it's the pastSee, my vision is set and it's hard in the chestWhen I reel off my jaw, I can't contain the restThere's no hiding that level, I'ma run amokWhen they try me, forget itI'm really attack, I'm a militantI'm thinking I'm ready to blessIf I fight, I won't really be * to blameGive a bra, feed me ambros, like my Yon-RiI see double, cold blooded, give you dandiesI'm fuckin' sick of telling you *Telling you *I'm regular, the Yon-RiGive a bra, feed me ambros, like my Yon-RiI see double, cold blooded, give you dandiesI'm fuckin' sick of telling you *Telling you *I'm regular, the Yon-RiYoung Scott acts like he's a copThis * don't stinkI'm heavy with the pressure, I'm addicted to this *Sprint bar tracks, I'm the raredest kidStill might go to Cuba, disappearance to a mythOkay, helloEverything's gone, breastplate light yellowTrouble in time, now I can't sit mellowTelling my hype, left way, no fumblePut a little lession and repeat my circleLooking for attention, but that's hit by willowLooking for my mission, I'm a low-key fellowFollow up!Okay, hiWillie, I'm a killer that'll waste no timeLook into his spirit, I'm a different typeWhen I want lyrics, I'm a big bus typeKeep up with the figures, got money on my mindDrippin' so ***, I just wake up, why?Talk a lot, niggas get lifted, why?Some of y'all feel it, so I'm going in blindedI'm making it twiceI can never lose nowEven if I took an L, I'd piss that shade on youI don't check the newsLive my life so private, I don't read DMs and chillMy potential steps right downI fuckin' love myself, I think I'm way better than y'allI might quit this soon, ay, yeahLet you fuckers take your neighbors so that I'm a blur