Out here, looking for a come up

Rather not turn up until the sun come up

Burnin' up spliffs while rapping on these riffs

Causing many rifts between everyone as I lift nigga that's a gift

A fuck you whoever that doubted the facts that id be a pilot

Dropping hot shit when im flying by it

You cryin' about it

When others not lucky they dying by it

You dont like the flow? Nigga I ain't buyin' that

Im mopping em up and puttin' em in the trash

Makin' all of the highs nosediving down and then crash

Buryin' they go in, im celebratin' my killer wrath

Givin' me tax, why you no relax, im just laying tracks beating up these brats

Now I dont even care for the hoes

The type to kiss your toes but go and fuck your foes

Real nigga woes, woah I ain't havin' no chick depletin' my green down to fuckin' zero

A nigga used to food stamps from government

Now tryna stack money for ADS covenant

Overthrow it, become a worshiped tyrant

Fuck with the leader and I just might get violent

Now be silent, take from that and listen

Taking your crown like alien's rendition

5'7 blasting loud at you

Just know that There ain't no fucking recoup

Nigga

Back again, for another verse

Along with the hearse for grave shift and that purse

Swift style funny its you im breaking up

Goodwill tags but im still looking for a come up

So turn up to a nigga that be beastin' on these beats

Becoming what could have been of the enemy

You been mining down further, i stay winning the crowns please my nigga im not sorry for this sound