[Verse: Jayy Starr]

Spit propane, with a dash of pure cocaine

Got road rage, n**** f*** yo' lane

They tryna kick it, but can't hang, they so lame

A f****** beast, compared to me y'all looking so tame

But I don't think they caught on

I'm hardcore and you amateurs are soft porn

The god lyrical, more logical than spiritual

Independent still s******* on 'em off residuals

And I ain't here to make friends

I'm making ends while my ex loves try to make a mends

But I just give 'em middle fingers and a ha-ha

While I'm chilling on the coast of the Baja

Rap catalyst, here to shake roll and rattle s***

What's a tug boat doing against a battleship

They tend to commence the hate when you're great

I haven't made it til I get to blow an 8th wit Mary-Kate