Letras
I'm on a level that my peers haven't begun to fuck with
I put in work like women at the gym when summer's coming
Rappers like ACT, we should really team up on something
Getting a God on your record's not in your fucking budget
I've been way too humble, I'm starting to see, you'll never get a song from me over
Those garbage beats
Pardon me if I don't let the climate bother me, cause while my reign continues, they just
Trying to keep they parkas clean
Here to get proper acknowledgement
Keep bombing shit till all your prophets look like novices
Quick to list off all the people that you solid with without acknowledging that list is getting
Shorter constantly
And really, what are your accomplishments
Some bullshit on Bandcamp that no one really bothers with
Since I tried to be nice, they taking liberties
Start an LLC, get company for your misery
Me, I look at shit differently
I'm already everything you spend all of your energy trying to pretend to be
Said I'd never work with y'all, I should've kept my word
But after getting burned, you can bet the lessons learned
Age old debate, what's better, fear or respect
I've learned that a little bit of both gets you the best return
So here's a message to any rapper who's yet to learn
Here's a little fear to go with all of that respect I've earned
I'm feeling different
I'm really sick of shit, dawg, bout to flip the switch
About to piss some people off, but I can live with it
Taking liberties, they take miles if you give an inch
Sick of fake smiles and the facade of kinmanship
About to heel turn on the industry
Sick of throwing pounds to clowns that I'd never do business with
About to heel turn on you bitches quick
Spinning heel kick'll send you straight through the plate glass
I'm getting fucking tired of wearing this babyface mask
They shake ass on Instagram, fake as a spray tan
Really pound for pound, y'all bitches ain't in my weight class
Brought your woman to the show, I'ma make her a new fan