Yeah i’m back

Held off like a dog but we just can’t resist

Man oh man, i bet you i got visions of a pessimist

Such beauty’s gonna kill me like a sting of a jelly fish

Kill me twice, jesus christ, i'll come back fucking pissed

Don’t believe in him, but who do i even nowadays

Some people wanna see me pop like a bag of lays

Yeah i’m walking home, but i got no home yea

Never show you’re weak

Picky picky Pick your toy pick your toy

Picky picky Pick your toy pick your toy

You know you got a problem when you’re mumbling out your face

Mumbling words of the man you trying hard to imitate

When he gone you really think you could take his place

Nah, even if he dead you’re forever in his shade

Overshadowed like the clouds, some want nothing but the clout

Working harder for a follow than they’re working on their sound

Yeah everybody got problems, i don’t need you to fix mine

But these Rappers end up broke, x, fake or 6ix9ine

Picky picky Pick your toy pick your toy

Get up, dust the mic off, they tryna test my kylo

They want fire, watch the burn, turn me in to a pyro

Move the volume dial, make me little louder

Your weak shit is in danger like the rhino

Tell these pussies they need gyno, you fucking with my vibe ho

Treat this like hidden gem, i’ll never become viral

I’ll never hit the high note, that something even i know

I’ve never made a hit, and you wanna fight now?