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Shoot my shot like a sniper, DIY stuff like Viper Your career old, your music ain’t bold, your career old like Michelle Pfeiffer Stack up, now y’all want to do the opposite of back up Y’all must be some mad dumb oppositions cuz when I don’t give money, you get sad, uh You drowned yourself in reverb, now your own career sunk If you recording music off your iPhone in my home dissing me, then your career sucks, ayy! Universe like Steven, I’m beatin’ the beat and I just got this out of reading in a single seating It’s a sight to be seeing when I react to your beating You were just eating and leeching off the man I was being When I diss them back, best believe they say sorry Get you caught up in a scandal, like you was the college and your pal was Lori Got arrested for fighting for a chicken sandwich and when I got out I stole it like a bandit! Let me give you your receipt like Amazon, Telepathy is in transit I get home, check my phone, check the bank, guess I’m rich! 16 lines later, Torrance kills you with a lightsaber They frightened when I cite my lyrics and write them Like Damien Lee, I face palm and say bye man! I had strong hands like Iron Fist, I could break out of strong sand I listen to juice through the straw spot and watch movies on demand You think you got a Bugatti, you colored your 1999 with a crayon Man oh man, your career is probably what it says on Rodrick’s van My music go insane like Alice Cooper I just ran away from a state trooper Yes just like I’m from Wreck It Ralph, try to compete, you lose cause I’m the best And that can be proved cause I get no rest, I polish my bars with Crest SongtexteHands first when I punch you when you think you my landlord I demand more, let me kick through your door, is this your order? Got a Rolls, can you afford or are you a Team 10 merch hoarder? Shoot up in the sky like a rocket man or a young soldier Okay, uh, Torrance I have one more problem Pull up to your block with a 40, uh Go to 7/11 To get my gas up Making money, get my stack up! Better call for back up 40s in my back trunk Make me mad, finna go Super Saiyan just like drugs You suck so bad, can't get one verse Yes I'm the best, this my universe I'm just a young being There's a whole future am seeing When I come out, all these people fleein' Watch out, move your Ford Explorer Listen up for this sad story got to hurry up like a cameraman on Maury, uh Got you feeling like Dory, ain't knowing shit Keep on talking, feed you 5 Popeyes biscuits Telepathy, change shit I'mma make you change shit Make your brain split, yuh, uh When I'm with my side-chick, uh Get out of line, I be like "Bye bitch!", uh Feeling enlightened, uh Top of my game, doing it better, yeah she's frightened, uh She also is my side chick, uh Nothing is different, feel like the same man Something is wrong then, cause year ago felt like a strong man What rhymes with demand, like man, goddamn Like I said, finna go Super Saiyan, finna mess up with bloopers Call me Hercules 'cause the H on my chest Yes I am the best I wear a bulletproof vest Shoot you with my burst Semi-Auto I'll be the first let you know You come in my way you get the hands first, uh Feel like a Jedi, The Fallen Order, uh I get so much stacks, you get a quarter Rocket ride, I'm in the sky feeling like Marty McFly Aus Songtexte Mania