[Intro]

Ah, man

Turn me up, man

It's the dun-dunder

Run with us or run from us

Cocksucker, ha

Zeus

Harlem

Can I talk?

Lemme talk, look

[Verse 1]

You tryna find your lane in music, I don't blame you chumps

But trust me, you won't make it to it if you play me once

You're payin' lumps, wake up drunk, you ain't awoke

I'm suited for this, Jay-Z brunch, let's make a toast

Bro, how you claim you dope with that basic flow?

You hope to be this good and I'm the one who gave you hope

They say nobody rockin' Gucci over racist clothes

So I'm wilin' out in Louis but I ain't DaBaby though, woah

An artifact, you can hardly rap

If these what you call rappers, don't even call me that

The shawty wack, and by the way I'm with all of that

You hear 'em from a block away like, "Wherе the party at?"

Where it's at for rеal?

Miss me with them little deals

I had a half a mil' when you were drinkin' Enfamil

And I'm winnin' still

And I really feel you rappers keep upsettin' me I'll add you to my legacy, right

Huh, you know my pedigree

You know I been on the level that you could never reach

You known to get the whole team benched, it's past allegedly

So no offense, I'm on defense, Patrick Beverly, huh

You know my pedigree

A different kind of animal, even your pet agree

Your baby mother textin' me, sweatin' me

She won't let me be

I ain't into phone sex, baby, fuck you tellin' me? Huh?

You know my pedigree

You know my pedigree, man

[Interlude]

We ain't gon' act like I ain't been runnin' circles around you little niggas since I was eighteen and all that

Like I ain't got five projects on the Billboard charts

And out of the five projects, four of them are mixtapes

Like I ain't been burning down Hot 9 before they had a YouTube channel

Stop playin' with me

[Verse 2]

Who you really claim you touchin'?

Great discussion

Who could I get them answers from? Nobody sayin' nothin'

Ain't no way I'm buggin'

Man, you wouldn't sound better with all the latest plugins

But you say you buzzin'

I don't waste my paper clubbin'

Every day I'm hustlin'

I been hittin' licks since a youngin but I ain't McLovin

Plus the ladies love him

And not to downplay anybody but I'm way above 'em

Way, way above 'em

The one and only

You rappin'? Well, show me

I do this on my own, no cap, for delf, doley

That's why I can't be phoney

You wack as hell, homie

We click your song, drag it to the trash and yell, "Kobe"

I ain't playin' fair, don't even mention me

I'm ready to take it there and it's free delivery

Lyrically the epitome, you could never get with me

One hit'll leave you dead in the middle of Little Italy, you shittin' me?

It's the GOAT from Manhattan

And I got all kind of clout, you could only imagine

I'm what y'all are not about, I don't know who be gassin'

But niggas got you wilin' out, are you jokin' or rappin'?

I don't know if you notice but I be totally snappin'

So I hope that you notice before you notice what happen

What happened? Y'all went from rappin' to mumblin', lot of fumblin'

I'm wonderin' who you thought you was fuckin' with, huh?

Zeus

You know my pedigree