I ain’t gonna get off my throne

If you think I fell off you alone

Yeah yeah

This ain’t how you really wanted the story to go

You cowards think you could get me off my throne?

Nah Nah

Let me give you a serious list of all those that I’ve overthrown

Wait till you get the jist you won’t get my cheese no provolone

Ha Ha

Dr@ko a homie but you know he better bow yeah

That infant Stan thought he could take me out yeah

I’m a giant little boy even on my knees I’m taller you don’t want this clout yeah

Why do people keep thinking they can destroy me and my music? How? Yeah

Aiana Keene I don’t even know why she started with me

I only bring the purest perfection y’all don’t know what I bring

Nonstop fire no lighter can carry or handle the all of the heat

I’m an assassin, don't you see the corpse of this beat?

I carry the heat (yeah yeah yeah)

I refuse defeat (yeah yeah yeah)

You don’t want beef (yeah yeah yeah)

Steal my lines thief (yeah yeah yeah)

Look what I bring (yeah yeah yeah)

I’ll cause you grief (grrrrrr)

This a tribute to Pop Smoke

He had no brake live life on “go”

Murdered in his home left many hurting

Sick of the cheesy wannabes

Y’all think this thing funny?

Think gangsta badass till someone show

Gunning your homies down

Then you choke

I swear if I hear another lil’ boy

Throwing shade at Pop Smoke

R.I.P. Pop but they want smoke

I carry the heat (yeah yeah yeah)

I refuse defeat (yeah yeah yeah)

You don’t want beef (yeah yeah yeah)

Steal my lines thief (yeah yeah yeah)

Look what I bring (yeah yeah yeah)

I’ll cause you grief (grrrrrr)

Smoke at the legend and I’ll give you cancer (cough)

Draw, boy, I bet my words are faster

Throwing shade cause you think you look dope

Nah you just do dope (ahhhhhhh)

Boy you loco?

Diss Pop and you finna get smoked

Sick of lines from peeps who can’t even fit in they own shoes (Somebody help me!)

Casino time, bet on baseless braggadocio and you gon’ lose

Chill folks

Watch your words before you go ghost

Kids acting gangsta they gon be filled w’holes

I ain’t no gangster but I know the risks

Think you’d be a great dealer till you get stopped and frisked

I don’t enter that life ‘cause the Lord gave me an aight hand, I’m blessed

But my homies know they might be sent to “go fish”

People think they can handle the life till the get a stitch

See a knife

You ever been threatened for your life?

Young kid I went to the middle school dieciocho

Video released after a girl was killed threatening me and it was a no go

I carry the heat (yeah yeah yeah)

I refuse defeat (yeah yeah yeah)

You don’t want beef (yeah yeah yeah)

Steal my lines thief (yeah yeah yeah)

Look what I bring (yeah yeah yeah)

I’ll cause you grief (grrrrrr)

White boy but identify a little more with Coco

Punks thinking they’re distract finna cause me distress

Maybe un poco

But I’ve had death next to me R.I.P. my homie Pedro

I’m cheesy till you’ve lived my life, you mock me, think to diss me, no no

That’s all just for show show

I take pictures of those I’ve conquered, who next up for the photo?

A prodigy

Prodigiously predetermined to abolish the abandoned misconception make my own predestination, predetermination and parenthetically promising an impossible passive outcome

I don’t need Gucci

I’m fine with H&M

I don’t need fancy

I’ll still get the win

I carry the heat (yeah yeah yeah)

I refuse defeat (yeah yeah yeah)

You don’t want beef (yeah yeah yeah)

Steal my lines thief (yeah yeah yeah)

Look what I bring (yeah yeah yeah)

I’ll cause you grief (grrrrrr)

I woke

Up

Gotta another day

Fire

Stoked

My head don’t do nothing for me

Can’t even sleep can’t even lie

Down

Without some rhymes

Coming to me

Sick of repetitive lines

What a lie roll the die

Inside an inferno raging there

All you wanna dare

Me to get on your case?

Take an eye for an eye and then we all blind

There ain’t no true justice we all in a bind

Y’all wanna find

Where I acquire these insane rhymes

These insane beats

Producer be H3

The rhymes are mine

But I don’t use no one to write my music ‘cept me

I get drunk off music, but I ain’t no Ba-Cardi B

I just had to flee a crime scene

Murdered a track so you know they right behind me

Go psycho on the beat, you challenge me? Oh, I’m right behind ya

I carry the heat (yeah yeah yeah)

I refuse defeat (yeah yeah yeah)

You don’t want beef (yeah yeah yeah)

Steal my lines thief (yeah yeah yeah)

Look what I bring (yeah yeah yeah)

I'll cause you grief

I carry the heat (yeah yeah)

I refuse defeat (yeah yeah)

You don’t want beef

Steal my lines thief

Look what I bring

I'll cause you grief... (grrrrrr)