[Verse 1]

Man, what the fuck has this shit come to

I'm just tryna' make a living, tryna' bust through

But now these rappers wanna gossip, take a gun, shoot

Then post "rest easy" on their gram when the blood drew

Shut the fuck up, like a bitch fucked in the ass

Come for the plaques, but you ain't nothing to rap

Mumbling fags

Shrug, say I'm stuck in the past

The difference is I'll be here in twenty, I'm up built to last

Motherfucker

[Verse 2]

I'm bringing a sword to slice

Not taking a bit, I'm eating up all the pie

You bitches be borderline retarded, but I'm about to draw the line

'Cause I draw with lines, you snorting lines

You wanna be high

I'm shooting your guys towards the sky, there mortified

I got my red dot on you, I hope you get millaria

Your rapping is like Jack and Jill, boy it's hilarious

My mucus yellow, that's spitting, I kill canarys cunt

Don't give a flying fuck and plane toilets I really never touch

This for the real ones I'm making you pricks perish

Livid shredding, independent

This big headache, I'm demented, I invented

Contemplated suicide, now relieving others with my music's what I've invented

[Verse 3]

Something artists cannot fake

Its from the heart, it's from the chest

Dollars on your plate, but have you gotten the respect

If I robbed you of your fame, and I went chopped up all your checks

Would you still drop another tape if it ain't following the trends

Or would you flop it and say "hey, don't give a fuck for all these plebs who been on my shit from like day one, just let 'em vex"

That's probably what you'd say

Bitch, I'll beat Cardi in her bed

Cardiac arrest

How's it feel to know I'm hardly at my best

But I got fifty dead legends, and they locked up in my shed

I'm eighteen, I face fiends, my brain see's past mainstream

But Im cold like a popsicle, you sket

[Verse 4]

Fuck on the people who thinking I never can do it

I'll get it, don't get in my shoe motherfuckers

Step in and they get the fact that I been fighting with demons that begging to move in

You thinking your better, you better just prove it

I'm sicker than syphilis, sticking my dick in the clitoris of this game

I'm lifting my finger up in this weigh in

You really a simpleton, I'm just saying

Theres no other way about it

I'm bringing rap back, I dont think you'll stay around kid

I'm building a time machine to the day they founded Big, Pac, Em, Nas

I'll spread dirt as you laying down, bitch