[Intro]

That's the irony of it

Like I wanted no intro, but this really about to be the intro

'Alright'

So this about to be lit

'Drop that shit'

Yeah

[Verse]

Thought I'd just murder this

Like a mad burglar holding some hostages real insubordinate

My stomach hurting from birthing niggas verses

Shitting on their versions

Remixes have niggas praying like in churches

Head in hands like they is hurtin'

Oh no, oh no

Niggas hand out soft shit just like it's Jergens

And they hand their shit out in fucking purses

Is it niggas or bitches?

I can't tell the difference 'cause niggas is bitches

These niggas my sons 'cause they rap like some children

They act like some actors, they should stick to rapping

Turn they hood to movies now it's lights, camera, action

21 scenes make the whole movie savage

Y'all niggas average, I'm not average my nigga

Call me master or mister since y'all niggas rats

My sniper bullets feeling just like a splinter, right down your back, sharp as a tack, when I attack just like I am a ninja

I spit that heat, you spit that cold like December

Your verses are freeze like the watch on my wrist in the midst of the winter

Talk to me wrong and I'll fuck up your dental

Or if not that then you will get beheaded

Aye

Fuck what you've heard, man I know you're not deaf

I just don't fuck with the snakes Imma skin 'em to death

I know that I'm good, but I think you heard different

No pun intended

Fuck all these kids and their feelings

They be all up in my shit like it is intimate

You are so limited

My flow is just endless, aye

Just like Frank Ocean right before September