Текст песни
You not in my lane what the fuck was you thinking
I hate all these rappers not cocky but confident kinda conceited and constantly flexin' till all y'all deleted
I been in the lab hittin' pads with a ball point jab
Pourin' gas on the mic till it pop
Gimme what you got
I will never mix it in the pot even if it's hot you will never kick it with a god
Wanna complain
We are not the same
Sacrifice a lot to get this spot so don't you hate me when you hear it let it bang
Local artists really driving me insane saying why is you winning your style is finished
You only want the fame
Let me digress
This verbal vomit you 'bout to digest
Take you on the ride of ya life I murder with fine text
Daily elevating with patience so Ima rise next
I don't pay attention so miss me with all them death threats
Gave up my life in the military for this music
So I can just kill and bury sending every rapper to the cemetery with no casket no hearse or obituary
So get out my way when I be moving through
My flow is complex-twisted like a rubix cube
I'm running circles round you like a hula hoop
crmy lifestyle didn't work so I flew the coop
Pure dedication got me where I'm at
cnd I'm not going back so you gon' have to kill me to make me quit
Chill with that hating shit watch what comes out ya mouth
‘Cause when my song come on I get to breaking shit
Now these rappers in my DM's
I don't like 'em why they wanna be friends
Bet I'm crowned the king when the beef starts
They in body bags when the beef ends