[Intro]

Uh, look

[Verse]

I'm puttin' you through imminent pain, and I don't give a fuck

Spittin' only rhythm and flame, and I don't get enough credit

Let it into my veins so I can feel the stuff that warrants me to enter your brain, I'm talkin' eminent domain

I'm killin' Isis with the fight shit or any nigga that might diss, so divisive

Flow cold so when I spit, it is ice chips

So dark in my mind (Someone hit the light switch)

I don't fuck with sexism, defendin' all my chicks (He copy me)

I'm goin' through an identity crisis (I'm in the ring)

You don't want none of this mouth, I am Tyson

But the funny thing is, it's these other niggas out here bitin'

I'm gonna make it, I'm psychic

I keep murderin' every beat, I leave 'em all lifeless

I got more drive than a teen tryna get his license

So many naked queens runnin' 'round me, call 'em Titans

I be high as fuck so much that I'm a flight risk

I got you on my scope, I promise it's on sight shit

She excited, she lookin' at me dead in my iris

I make her super wet then I suck her dry like a Dyson

Tryin' to sell my hits, but all my rhymes is priceless

Small percentage makes it, I'ma be in a tight fit

Tired of bein' broke, I've come to terms with my vices

Here on out I am winnin', I'm superb and decisive

Get it? I'm super indecisive

I don't know how I'm evil when my flow is the nicest

Oh, and I sense these hoes I might fight with

When I do a show, you know I sign the fine print

Know my style's vibrant, I'm colorful

It seems though I'm a seagull, but see, you're just gullible

None of you add value to me, you're all nullable

My DNA is coded to be more than all you other hoes

I just want the Porsche, I can't afford it but I'm comin' close

Ready for my orbit, you can show me on the Hubble, yo

She wants me to come so if we're going then be subtle, though

I control the order so my homies gotta huddle, bro

Niggas don't fuck wit' me

Testin' me with a Gat? That's an easy A

I'm pullin' up left trigger, right trigger at you squares

Like it was cheat codes in GTA

Sike, ha, games we don't play

9 cocked back like a lazy eye, I can see both ways

You see my face, I don't rock grills or bling

Bondage chain 'cause I just got my emo phase, uh

No wedding, I'm the best man, guns we don't flex, man

See, I got the Nina bringin' martial law

To give you an L with these ARs

If I don't scare you, bro, then this TEC can

And if you wanna talk street fightin', I'm the best to do this

Truth is, I don't give a fuck about the moves list

Or the rules is cheap shots and movements

Get 'em low in health then I hit 'em with Hadouken (Shoutout Mike P)

Rappers don't understand that I'm ruthless

I don't give a fuck about none of you little losers

Bite the hand that feeds you, man, beggars cannot be choosers

You niggas wanna build but cannot keep up with the blueprint

What? My patience, man, I'm losin'

Like a doctor who made the wrong decision for what they're usin'

You niggas clueless, you can see by all of they music

So when they ask for features, if it's bad, I'm refusin'

I cannot be affiliated

With none of you corny rappers who soundin' inebriated

And wasted and fuckin' faded on every song you're playin'

I'm the one for which the fuckin' media has been waiting

You can shut your lips, 'cause I don't care what you be sayin'

For every word I speak, it's like a thousand dollars they paying

I ain't playing no more, I am coming hard out the gate and

Y'all gon' be surprised when you finally see me awaken

Lex