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One minute, let me get in my bag Filling up my pen with the venom when I rap Ain't nobody better so we'll never mind that Get a hit o' run run, go tell 'em I'm back Never going back again Few people in the game that can rap with him I spit flames and attack ya men I'm sicker than a fucking pathogen I lose count when I track the wins And I'ma rip it 'til I make the map Show praise to the greats who done paved the paths So face the facts, I raise 'til it fades to black I blaze a track and tell 'em that it pays to rap Until I'm dead and gone Kill 'em with every rhythm that I get upon, bet the form When they be pushing upon the metaphors Get 'em all jealous they wishing that I was never born But they never gonna forgive me, shout out to Pentagon Hella bombs, that I came to drop in a Caribbean They wonder when the reign will stop I'll feign the cross until I get my name to pop And I'll be kicking down doors 'til I break the locks And like blah! Come on, and witness the madness Money in the bank, can't fit in the mattress And the game on lock, with the biggest advantage SongtexteAin't nobody ever do it in a similar fashion Like run with the veteran, pumping adrenaline Rapping to kill it, so fuck if I benefit Done with you haters, you fuckers are feminine Lyrical bullets are bucking you gentleman Listen up I got a new statistic Fuck the system and abuse the business Instrumentals getting bruised and blistered But now Fuck 'em all, I'm 'bout to beast I been on my grind, I been working on the low I been holding back, fuck 'em all I'm 'bout to beast Labels on the line, tell 'em hold the phone Y'all ain't ready for the kid, I'll make 'em overdose Try to find another rapper that's realer Only wanted me up in the game no filler Murdered every record, called the kid a blood spiller Clipped this fool with rhymes boy, that boy a track killer Close your eyes, try to picture greatness Fuck the stage up and flip the payments Pop a tab and I'ma trip in Vegas And I fuck your broad, until the bitch is famous Like nah, you ain't never gonna get a co-sign Last minute I'ma break it to the goal line Flow too wet, and I'ma never let the hole dry Everybody want in, I'm an underground gold mine Want peace, but they pray to fight me Never gotta ask for payday politely At the mall with fake chains and Nikes I'm 'bout to get the crew to gangbang your wifey Make a record and I put it on vinyl Beat it on my chest, man that boy too primal, ahh I don't got to flex on my rivals They all know my last shit went viral Listen up and I'ma try to reach ya In the game and you can ride the bleachers I don't wanna collab but it's nice to meet ya Putting Vin up on the track, that's a pricey feature What if I defeat ya like a violent reaper I done burned the booth and I done bombed the speakers I don't give a fuck if I be popping either 'Cause now Fuck 'em all, I'm 'bout to beast I been on my grind, I been working on the low I been holding back, fuck 'em all I'm 'bout to beast Labels on the line, tell 'em hold the phone Y'all ain't ready for the kid, I'll make 'em overdose Try to find another rapper that's realer Only wanted me up in the game no filler Murdered every record, called the kid a blood spiller Clipped this fool with rhymes boy, that boy a track killer Aus Songtexte Mania