Them superpowers getting neutralized, I can only watch in silenceThe famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now spiralin'You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distastefulI calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angleFabricating stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. MoraleA pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you nowYou're not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being a*eptedTommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collectionI make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'emI can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindnessKnow you a master manipulator and habitual liar tooBut don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout youShoo, shoo, shooShoo, shoo, shooBee, bee, bee, bee, bee, beeYeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okayYeah, the island right here's remote, okayI ain't thinkin' about no reaperNigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okayGot a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okayHellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okayEverybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwawayAnd I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lameOh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, nigga, let's playHave you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?Have you ever paid five hundred thou' like to an open case?Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straightI hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody dieThey turn into nuns, then hop online, like "Pray for my city"He fakin' for likes and digital hugsHis daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the * that they doneDementia must run in his family, but let it get shakyI'll park his sonThe very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this wayI didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakesSomebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wageI'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his graveCutthroat business, you got * twistedWhat is it? The braids?I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? OkayIt's three G.O.A.T.s left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stageI love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huhIt's nothin' nobody can tell me, huhI don't wanna talk on no celly, huhYou know I got language barriers, huhIt's no a*ent you can sell me, huhYeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish nigga, the crown is heavy, huhI pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW MellyI don't like you poppin' * at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beefYeah, * all that pushin' P, let me see you push a TYou better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' meHe's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence