[Hook: Definite]

Rain rain hoes away, I don't wanna smash today, (Bitch Please )

Hey Hey you gotta wait, we're only talking Math today (Just Green)

Babe babe please don't stay get your asses outta state (Yadadamean)

Fake fake flex out there where were y'all when we were stray

[Verse 1: Definite]

Herrin in my lane I'm destined for jail (Vroom)

My consciousness got me trapped like some braids

Trying ways out but I'm going insane (Right)

Bought the heat out late n they still don't play (Tch)

Tryna clock thе next move, think I'm coquet? (WHATS NEXT)

In a world fulla rappеrs your hardly gonna sway ( Never make it )

Same shit they feed me with like Lyricals passe

Make em Bob their heads and you gon reign (Gucci Gang)

Rapists roam free while you hitting on rappers for the things that they Rhyme? (The fuck)

Hold up G, we do this shit cuh it makes us feel Alive

Y'all never let kids utter words n pissex on their reams ( Shhh)

Revere freedom, while you break weak souls from pursuing dreams, (Do what we say )

It's time to pack the small talks up cuh the picture they paint is outta your league ( A Game )

Gotta stop pinning

Never liked judgements, specially coming from clowns who just wanna get their thoughts keyed ( How much do you make )

That's me, basically me

Dropped a week back n they ask me bout the cuts n peaks, (Get a job)

That's fucked up, anyways what do you do for a livin?

Attorney? Meaning I'm talking to someone who's petting an Audi

Restin in top, schlongs in a coochie copping a Gucci

[Verse 2: M-Hunt]

Step back like a jumpshot

Settle down, little bitch, you this angry? Go to punk rock

The pumps got to heat down, it’s me you want to beat down? I think the fuck not

If you think you big, then I guess I’m like a sunspot

One drop of my drip, gonna leave a bitch dead, like a bloodclot

And someone better start to pray, cause I’m Hunting, with a fuckin buckshot

Hoe, calm down like Busta

You never heard of me? Bitch you must’ve

I’m Mr. Millimeter and Blunt God

You nothin but a baby by busta

And no I’m never getting rusty

Hoe, dont ever try to judge me

I’m broken on the inside

But I never show any

Emotions or remorse

I don’t know any

I been through the ringer

Like a T-Shirt

Don’t even own many

Or no jeep (skrt)

But money start to stackin from the work

How smooth I am, bitch you’d think I rehearsed

Your bitch wanna wrestle, now we tagged like teamwork

Question, can any of retards, compete on my level, no and I’ve done all the research

Supposed to grow up

But do donuts and throw up

My middle finger

Listenin to Real Slim Shady in spring

Your bout to witness just how crazy a I can get when

I check your name off my hitlist after I play your vignette

Wait just hold up, it’s M-Hunt on the set

I bet you havn’t heard of me just yet

I also bet your intellect is that of insects

You pesty little bitches love to test me

Like teacher’s pets

I remember when I was all alone, stems from recess

Balling and being benched

To having my name in press

[Verse 3: Definite]

When the hots winds breezed

I stayed true to my dreams, (Yeah)

Never knew what does a rack mean

Never had a thot to tease ( Haha)

But I met a chick once she let me squeeze (Harder)

Left her pleased , the next day was on my knees

Thought I'd never let a bitch know my feels ( I lo, lol)

But fuck it bitches they come they go that's for me to deal

2 years later I'm sinking in trauma, driven by chicks who are nine (Ooh)

While I wait for my Karma, I'd be sipping some wine (Slrp)

3 J's in n I drew my line, wrote my first rhyme

Got me a diver they say that it's fake

Give me sometime I'll show what it takes (Make it )

Got me some bands I'm swimming in hake

Blowin my budget, I'm bringing the wakes ( Waves and Vigil for Corpse )

Boys enjoyed rhymes bout ladies and lack

Sense to call it a cap

Im callin a cab, get home n get backo vibin to trap

Far from perfection in rap, but it's time y'all bring in the claps

That I earned, all I ever did was say true shit I never did lap

That's word to my chaps, not a big figure but I still eat thrice n I made small stacks

Clowns don't tell me what to do?

Criticism pushes me to let the hate brew

Played millionaire with my life no clues

My lifelines went up for a toss still didn't stew

Switchin jobs and I quit to my dreams I flew

Revenue wise I ain't making no shit but I keep working hard to feed off my roux

Scoot from a circle coz I couldn't sell

Killing it since I can ever think off

Underdog you don't know what I been through

Peddling through Woes despite of the hate threw

Tryna Limn my story in these bars I drew

300 hun a month, half for the rent, rest for the cab when I actually missed sleep

Mouth tasted like cigarettes, really started getting fed up of the guys that rue

No Cap, didn't have shit to start recording a track

Kept writing, sunny days but I had a knack

Flew to GCC I had to work

Find my moms business that something that no one had

Saw these rich kids chilling w Rovers Poppin tags

Mark my words imma be back soon step outta Urus n tell em this is called riches to rags

Haah you n me, we're not a team, me n man we're Definitely Huntin , Coz while you pricks pinging girls , eating n dumping hanging yo life on the line

I carried the burden and burned all the remorse

While u wished for it I quit my 9-5 Got me this attitude that I can't change

Back when I worked OT for lame ass pay

Sleep n the sales they got me all Cray

Whatever I did I did with aim

I did for progress I set my own ways

While you Gimcracks sit there arrogant with your Gormless traits

Make em.bob heads and your hit they said

Id rather give you stuff that gets you all vexed (Take This )