Ayo its volume five y'all heard right?

R-Don, ill.fitting, we back at this again y'know?

Been on everything from two to five

Let's go, let's get this

OK

I'm still spittin, my voice stay ill fittin

It sounds like I'm shittin, the way that its written

Uhhh, whatchu want from me then? Something new style?

Does my rap shit make you laugh, boy do you smile?

Shawty came from overseas, is she understanding?

Tryna bridge that language gap, shit is mad demanding

I try my hardest but I don't know if its hard enough

Now you better watch out fore I go and play my cards too rough

Yeah, I'm resting like a cemetary, comments thats incendiary

Locked like penetentiary, buzzin like my name was Barry

Too goofy to make it up to the big leagues

Ignoring all the warnings I've been told that I should heed

The fantasy that I'm living in is my last one

I ain't gonna throw this in the trash like the past one

Infecting your mind, call me the flood

Call me a vampire cuz I'm coming for your blood

Now it's the ill fitter, that Queens New York spitter

Young boy on the mic spitting lofi but its litter

When I'm walking through the streets stepping on you like a critter

I be killing competition so they call me the neck slitter

Ay

It's New York out here

Volume five you heard?

R-Don, ill.fitting, we got another collection

Ill fitting beats, let get this poppin now ay