Letras
What the scout report say
Switch my style I don't know how to stay in my lane
Dust off my table got some motherfucking records to play
Drop the needle let it sew my heart back into place
I got some chances to take, some decisions to make
Contemplating who's the villain of my story today
Cuz I swear I'll rip and tear any man in my way
Looked in the mirror then I realized I should watch what I say
Seems like I been gone, but I been around
Should be on the stage but I disappeared into the crowd
Yelled into the mic and I can tell that they feel me now
Had to change my tone cuz you thought you had me figured out
When I was thirteen I ain't have shit to rap about
Sending out my beats not a peep, squeak, or fucking sound
Can you fuckers hear me now? imma always run my mouth
Master the track to make sure you hear me nice and loud
That's what made me the black sheep
Was on the grind when you niggas wanted to be athletes
Now they dropping the ball and attempting to pick up my niche
Chael Sonnen can't let you close enough to get pass me
These motherfucking pansies, final boss lackeys, riding in the backseat
Shut the fuck up and keep acting hard on IG
You can have the streets just stay the fuck up out my alleys nigga!
Fuck keeping it classy
I'm burning the village the thought of it makes me happy