[VERSE 1]

Ya'll out here tryin' my patience

Ya'll gettin' complacent

Shoulda told ya'll I ain't into waitin'

Make me hold? That's flagrant

Spacing act like you're formulatin'

Those thoughts are nascent

Adjacent to me? Man you must be playin' with that lame ass fake shit

You ain't been knowin' I cut lines like coke?

Wait for no one I devise my smoke

This shade I'm throwin' I arise

I awoke this hate I'm growin' inspire my notes

Ya'll play with me on my rhymes ya'll choke

Ya'll hate to see that I'm fly I'm dope

I serrate the blade and I slice ya'll throats

Ya'll platelets stained on my nice white clothes

Chained the gate now there's no way out

Blade your veins and let the flow play out

Ya'll pay to play you got no say now

I maimed the game you get no payout

Say my name I'm bout to sew they mouths

Safe to say I'm fitting to blow brains out

Wanna pray to Yahweh? Well it's too late now it's too late now

Lit with the English lit name so known you distinguish it

Blaze so grown can't extinguish it

Game so owned won't relinquish shit

Old me back on my delinquent shit

Depth charge out bout to sink this ship

About to explode got to kink this tip

Man how do I think of this shit?

[Chorus 1]

There's something on my mind I can't keep wasting time

There's something telling me to tell you all it's too late

[VERSE 2]

Too late to be buddy buddy, buddy

I'm too lit you a fuddy duddy

Once you get it your pants muddy

Shirt bloody

Split you down the front make you less gutty

Your fire's too weak you a dim lamp

Squad down got me covered like a skin tan

Axe blade swinging down get you split man

No love for these hoes I'm the tin man

That car that you whip is a tin can

Your bar's so trash you the bin man

Leave you laid up crapping in a tin pan

Wrap your cold big toe with a thin band

Enough talking bout what I'll do

There's no one to compare this style to

I said there's no one to compare this style to

Say that name again I'll defile you

[Chorus 2]

There's something on my mind I can't keep wasting time

There's something telling me to tell you all it's too late

[VERSE 3]

New fans what up though? Old fans what up bro?

I'll open up the door if you're excepting

To recognize that I am the next best thing

If you want to hate me get in line

That line's back at the exit sign

If you want to peep a prophetic rhyme

I'll be the next thing just give it time

There ain't a rhyme sayer that can top my shit

Get a vibrator and get off my dick

I'm on a sky scraper you don't know the climate

When my number gets called at least I know I'll die lit

I've been to gates of hell

Said I wanna battle and I gave them my cell

Smiled at the devil and he tucked his tail

He told me to get out on account of my smell (woo)

Spit fire like a volcano

I'm live in the bitch like a Broadway show

I could be the next president for all they know

When you send me the addy boy I always show

Black mask with a back pack stacked mag going clack clack

I'm playing in my lane now I'm in yours

What I'm bout to do is what the Lord killed sin for

You maggots don't know what you're in for