Turn the beat off so you can hear my lyrics

But I never turn the heat off, I know you fucking hear this

I’m an open book, y’all don’t need a seer for this

I know y’all talking so I guess I gotta clear this

Y’all don’t understand me? That’s your problem

But you got a lot more, how you gonna solve em?

You say that I’m stuck at the bottom

But my pockets are full of green like the goblin

“All your raps sound the same”

“Why don’t you ever change?”

Why don’t you shut the fuck up

Before I put you in your grave

I honestly don’t give a fuck no more

I couldn’t care less about a car or a whore

I couldn’t care less about what your momma gotta say

Cause you can’t forget me likе a motherfucking sore

You wanna know something about mе? Then ask it

Don’t be afraid, I won’t put you in a casket

Wait a second, let me put on my glasses

Did you really just ask me if I’m fantastic?

Aight I guess we doing it this way

I’m a lyrical genius and this album shows that

I’m forever underrated and y’all bitches know that

But I’m gonna get big and you’ll ask where your hoe at

You should prolly take a pic, your broke ass got a Kodak?

I talk about real shit nobody wants to speak on

My shit ain’t on repeat cause I ain’t talking how my dick long

Or how I’m doing drugs and hanging with the Klingons

Or how I’m with your bitch and we getting our freak on

Wait I think all y’all are sensitive

To the fact I can rap about medicine

Or about how rap is my medicine

I’m inventing a new era, bitch call me Edison

There’s a light bulb in my head that no one can dim

Bitch I’m getting stronger, I don’t mean in the gym

“Bratter” and “Beast” ha that’s a synonym

I remember y’all thought this’d only happen on a whim

I’m taking this seriously, don’t y’all remember?

Don’t be surprised if I don’t answer my phone all September

I’m finding a way to make my rhymes more clever

So I can be like Nic Cage, a National Treasure

Rapping ain’t a job or a burden on my shoulders

It’s something I love and gonna do when I’m older

I know that it may be too late to be sober

But I promise you I ain’t ever starting over

Music is my passion, I'm doing this forever

My craft is something I heavily endeavor

Best part is, I can write songs whenever

And I ain’t afraid to go off on whomever

I honestly don’t give a fuck no more

I couldn’t care less about an article

I couldn’t care less about what your daddy gotta say

Or if he works at the surplus store

Maybe he can bring home a new set of knives

And stab you in the back like you fucking did mine

And I really hope he does so you get what you deserve

And maybe there’s a chance that you’ll realize

You can never count me out of the fucking race

To the top I think I’m at a good pace

So don’t underestimate me cause you ain’t in my place

Shit since y’all did, the beast is awake