Y'all know I don’t be wastin any time with this

Cause every day further it's hard to say if my own life exist

Ain't trying to be the one of us at 42 lookin around

Wishing he’d made a move and moved out of town

Y'all actin like I ain't known for throwin these faggots overboard

When the test server is down and I'm stoned in the back bored with this torch

They get exposed when I pen these inventive flows

Then they sew up they mouth closed like they've taken a piston blow from Lomachenko

Y'all so basic had to redefine what amazing is

They'd die to taste greatness cause all they dine on is laziness

Y'all just flies on my latest shit, like to talk on what crazy is

But they’d probably start shaking when they hear an echo that’s sprayin shit

They assume that I'm some hippie who’d probably burn up his check

Cause he never had no aspirations of addin pounds to his neck

But they got it wrong, I'm only outspoken on world peace

Let em start it it's finished vicious, no one's leaving in one piece, not even me

I’m in it for glory, see none before me

That present any competition, I yell so they can't ignore me

Like they doin Kamaru they gatekeepin from envy

In hopes that after a minute I'll get exhausted and wimpy

But ain't no quit up in me, you gon have to kill me take a penny

No bit of pity for all these vipers slitherin in this city

Don't tend to pay attention to crawlers beneath me

Think they armored, they don't know how quick this shit can go Pochinki

Half of y'all don't even make music you just rap to say you do it

Say you makin moves when you ain't sold a single bag or unit

Can't even think of a way I can help em with seein the difference

When I been evolving with everyday while they sat on the side, got rigid, still bitching and moaning

Known to Master Hand up opponents a slice of what all they homies wouldn't real enough to have told em

Y'all distractions, I'm just trying to put plasma screens in my bathroom

But I ain't gonna act like I'm savage or show my ass like a baboon

They say I'm racist, misogynistic, homophobic and such

Without knowing exact numbers of black dicks that I sucked

Know the ages of mumble rappers they keep mixin us up

Cause they don't even fuckin listen, they see my picture and judge

You're worse than goldfish, I been writing tracks and you just post shit

Waitin on homie P to elevate all my emotions

Now you start pokin like I ain't been prone to snap

Like Kevin Nash's quad muscle, Joanna honin the jab in

Y'all just lack ambition, got shit all packed up in your britches

Havin a match on how many brands you can stack up into each sentence

They'll just gas your kids at school and you'd never know they were dyin

Too busy on Instagram saying nine year old's need a stylist or somethin

So fuckin vain you hear your name instead of "They"

Every time i start to complain about the state of the game

She think it's cool to fuck with rappers til you writing for hours

With the same beat playing all day, takes dedication for power

That's a foreign concept to y'all, like the penalties of rugby

You don't understand at all, need to take a lesson with Muzzy, that's dated

These Tide poppers probably look at me like Big Bopper

Ball but couldn't name the center on that 90's Knicks roster

Never heard of Cool Herc, Eric B, or Heavy D or Kool Moe Dee

They busy sippin lean on shootin sprees

Think they gods but they playing through tutorial missions

Just wait until them training wheels are gone and then you really start to slippin

You only feel so invincible til your not

And the day that them feelings change its gon cost an expensive plot

I been up for 30 hours and I still ain't bout to sleep

Til my knuckles run out of skin cause my grandkids gotta eat, son