Yeah, yeah
Huh? Huh?
Guess I'll show you on the beat
Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh
Okay, hello, everything's goin' breastplate like yellow
Trouble in town, no, I can't sit mellow
Feelin' my hype, left brain on verbal
Better live a legend than repeat my struggle
Lookin' for attention, better sit back, follow
Lookin' for the mission of a low-key fellow, uh
Follow that!
*, let me start this again
I can never lose now
Even if I took an L, I'd piss that straight on you
I don't check the news
Ayy
Live my life so private, I don't read DMs
It's true, I'm pretentious, that's my mood
Ayy
I fuckin' love myself, I think I'm way better than you
I might quit this soon, ayy
Yeah
Let you fuckers take an A, resent it, I'll repeal it
I'll show my fate
Movin' much better than the city to wait
Give a lot of dowry, cover my face
Bring the boss, I'll spit in his face
What do I do?
I walk out, can't kick in his face
Bring all's out, can't lick him in shits
Kick my god down, I'll get him with brick
Kill him outside, I'll cripple this place
Move like a machine
From the mission, I'll proceed
Immolation's incomplete
With my friends, I can't repeat it
I'm a predator, believe
That's my move, if you won't see it
You gon' take the real defense
You screwin' us, I'ma delete
I got the role of the legend, I'm mad
You won't see me in person unless it's the past
See, my vision is set and it's hard in the chest
When I reel off my jaw, I can't contain the rest
There's no hiding that level, I'ma run amok
When they try me, forget it
I'm really attack, I'm a militant
I'm a toughie, kill up, I need to bless
If I fight, I won't really be * to bleed
Give a bra, feed me ambros, like my Yon-Ri
I see double gold, but it gives you dark days
I'm fuckin' sick of telling you *
Telling you *
I'll make you love me, Yon-Ri
Give a bra, feed me ambros, like my Yon-Ri
I see double gold, but it gives you dark days
I'm fuckin' sick of telling you *
Telling you *
I'll make you love me, Yon-Ri
Young Scott acts like he's the king
This * don't stink
I'm heavy with the pressure, I'm addicted to this *
Sprint bar tracks, I'm the rare list, yeah
You still might go to Cuba, disappear, it's still a myth
Okay, hello
Everything's gone breastplate like yellow
Trouble in time, now I can't sit mellow
Telling my hype, left way, no fumble
Put a little lession and repeat my circle
Looking for attention, but that's hit by willow
Looking for my mission, I'm a low-key fellow
Follow up!
Okay, hi
Willie, I'm a killer that'll waste no time
Look into his spirit, I'm a different type
When I want lyrics, I'm a big bus type
Keep up with the figures, got money on my mind
Drippin' so ***, I just wake up, why?
Talk a lot, niggas get lifted, why?
Some of y'all feel it, so I'm going in blinded
I'm making it twice
I can never lose now
Even if I took an L, I'd piss that shade on you, Rick
I don't check the news
Live my life so private, I don't read DMs and chill
My potential steps right down
I fuckin' love myself, I think I'm way better than y'all
I might quit this soon
Yeah, let your fuckers take your name and say that I'm a killer