[Intro: 360]

Yeah

Watcher

Monster

Ayy, yeah

[Verse 1: 360]

I’ve been watching from afar (Far)

Notice that I’m doing what you obviously can’t (Can’t)

Been a battle rapper, was a warrior to start

Killing in these pubs, I was bodying their bars

Missing cocaine, I should take more drugs

But this natural high has been way more fun

If you see me hanging round with a rope around my neck

I ain’t tryna die, I’m tryna make my face all numb

Be a psycho with it, I’m so livid

Seeing eyes in the wall like hieroglyphics

Looking at the towel like I might throw in it (Uh)

Knowing how I roll, baby, I won’t finish

Oi, nasty motherfucker, and he still is (Yep)

Formulated choruses the only way you kill this (Uh)

It’s like you fightin' in the middle of a dream

'Cause you throw a lot of hits out, but people don't feel shit (Nope)

Looking at my cars and they all foreign

You get a eight in half, man, I’m all for (Four) it

Any time I see a challenge, I’ma walk toward it

If they doubted me, you 'bout to see me ‘for sure’ ‘em

No off switch, only ever on, bitch

Better make room ‘cause you seated where the boss sit

Chilling with a ten, I can guarantee they want this

Looking at your girl, getting angry that it’s not his (Not)

Fuck 'em all, I don't give a fuck (Nah)

They get jelly when they seein' they never doin' what his has done

Heard the shit was done, thinking I was finished, but

Now they get to see me back flipping like a ninja does

New body but it's not been in chalk

Make their confidence start droppin' if you're cocky at all

You been watchin' their jaw droppin' as it stops at the floor

When they finding out the amount that I got from a tour, yeah

[Verse 2: Shadow]

Ayy, I'm on Instagram, buzzing, where the honeys at?

Told my dealer that the rack was shit, I want my money back

I try to score a bit of raw 'cause they lovin' that

Get up in the kitchen, more chopping than a lumberjack

I'll use these rappers' ribcage as a punching bag

Know that when I hit stage, make a couple stacks

Shows up in your bitch state, said she loves my raps

Blowing up your phone, watch me kill it, send a couple snaps

Yeah, deliver packs in these Uber cars

I'm hanging out the sunroof like a movie star (Slow it down)

In the beamer [?] when we cruising past

Curious at how I'm switching rides like amusement parks

Any pussy wanna test me, it's hakuna matata

Swim in the deep with the sharks if you want drama

Still blowing trees in the dark, dope marijuana

Coming up, now, I eat with the stars, no Obama

I'm a beast on this ic-mate

They say drill music's increasing the crime rate

So it's on repeat up in my place

Schizophrenic person, please give me my space

Molly got him [?] with a tight face

Molly also got a burning body and a tight waist

On a Fridays wearing white lace

Gobby's in the car, now, I'm struggling to drive straight (Goddamn)

Skrrt, man, I hope I don't crash this

No, we ain't cheating, but my homie brought ratchets

357, call that Mr Boombastic

These rappers shoulda just stayed a stain on the mattress ([?])

[Verse 3: Ivan Ooze]

This a missionary position love (Uh-huh)

Any person on the to screaming out, "Fuck this"

You really think you super hot? Wanna come run shit

I'm on the treadmill as we speak looking sun-kissed

Ain't nothing above this, the alpha male show you how to break it down

In a different pedigree, my enemies are shaking now (Uh-huh)

Feel a different energy especially if I'm in town

Major ringmaster, [?] ma'fuckers just some clowns (Hahaha)

Undertake it like I'm Mark Calaway (Yeah)

Sippin' on Alizé, watchin' all the anime

Got a shawty with me, looking naughty in the lingerie

Begging me to hit it, when I did it, I said, "Ándale"

I'm gon' have some fun today, some will lose their job today (Yeah)

Some will be so salty that [?] say that I ain't great (Haha)

But I know that I intimidate 'em, fuck a ratin'

What I'm generatin' is an indication that I'm skatin'

Way over their head, put your sleepy ass to bed

Like a baby, matter fact, take a dirt nap instead

Most these industry plants, they the ones with the bread

But they don't write their lyrics, man, this shit is backwards

Undeserving actors taking money out my pocket

I write every bar but they still take the profit

'Cause everything is changin', the way you gotta market (Uh-huh)

It ain't 'bout what you spit, it's about what's in your closet (Yeah)

[?] Balenciaga, got a Prada, got a lot of dollars

And a hoochi mama [?] Fendi lookin' like Madonna (Damn)

Everything designer, even got a Louis V recliner (Okay)

That ain't nuttin' I desire, fuck your items and attire

I'm the one to bring the fire, that's a gun for hire, pressure applier

Pleasure to find ya, put the fear of death comfy beside ya

Here's a reminder, why I came back to fuck y'all

Got a big dick with some equally big tucked balls (Okay)

Bitch, haha, you better watch this

I'm a prime investment like Logan Paul with the thirst quench (Yeah)

I'm a rhyme contestant who takin' y'all where the hearse went (Uh-huh)

Let my hip-hop underground be where we first met