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Yeah
Bitch it's fuck the game
Got the red dot aim
I'm in my own lane
Stay in my domain
Bitch it's fuck the game
Got the red dot aim
I'm in my own lane
Stay in my domain
Nowadays it's fuck the game and fuck the competition
I'm doin' what I want and when I want without permission
Lemme show you how ambition looks cause I'm the definition
I put these rappers up in caskets I'm the new mortician
I turn him ghost and make him float he said he want the smoke
Can't take the heat I roast, I bodybag him make him choke
Spit words that thought-provoke, invoke emotion 'round the globe
I'm coast to coast with all my quotes I'm out here givin' hope
Keep yo raps and all that cappin' boy I can't relate
Copy, paste yo favorite rapper bitch you all the same
Young Sinny set the trend step in my domain
Mask on, originator, I'm in my own lane
Yeah
Bitch I blew a fuse
Always fuckin' rude
Why they look confused
I'm not in the mood
Bitch I blew a fuse
Always fuckin' rude
Why they look confused
I'm not in the mood
And if I'm lyin' then I'm dyin', all the hope is dead
Existential dread, obsessed with death since 2010
But I'm pickin' up where I left off, just like I never left
I hit resume, I'm still ahead so ima get dis bread
Bitch I'm rockin', rockin'
The clock is tickin' tockin'
Death is knockin', knockin'
But shorty poppin' lockin'
Bitch I'm rockin', rockin'
The clock is tickin' tockin'
Death is knockin', knockin'
But shorty poppin' lockin'
I built a moat to keep y'all out bitch I don't fuck with you
Like a clairvoyant, you not my vibe I see right through
Half y'all out here tellin' lies and you know it's true
Wanna reach the heights that I have reached lil bitch then pay your dues