I be hopin all my homies goin stay safe

Got my opps spinning with a stick like a beyblade

Sam won't ever make it rapping, that's what they say

But they know ion play games, I just chase fame

I aim to be the best, the fucking greatest of this gen

I say alot with a pen, they still praying that I'm dead

Homie spraying with a tec n we breaking all they legs

We stay making all the checks, and we taking what's left

Say that I'm phased/faze, i hit you with a trick shot

K's getting raised, these bitches always miss shots

Its a killing spree whenever Sam diss drop

No one cares about y'all motherfucking shit songs

He was fed up from ya shit drops, homie let the stick shot

FEDS UP, now bro doing time like my wrist watch

They say time is expensive, so i got me a rolex

Just like washed clothes, my opps are pressed n foldin

Opps hanging out for a long time, I ain't lying mate

The fakes are people you closest to, this a wild place

Its death even if my pupils play, if they dry hate

This shit will get dark quick n then they die late/dialate

I let my nine spray if they try hate, my style great

Rb a jungle and we rumble, I'm like Ali

Pick ya greatest, playing with me is ya dying fate

Im the worst out there, I'm lying/lion mate

Prolly beast in my prime but I ain't ever touching prime mate

Motherfuckers know Sam, he a big deal

I got tons of rings and chains like organic chemistry

-Classics my speciality

From block classic to a spot where they envy me

In my pro era now, rest in peace steez

130+ likes, project I ain't even rolled out yet

Doing coke now? bet

Sniffing these lines got bro, now dead

All that bullshit, they know I flow the best

I rhyme best, they said I had no time left

I done died and came back like rap from nas to cole

I been cold with this shit, your writtens worse than my off the dome

Block my home, i built it up like tetris

Feature me? on some jada shit that's your deathwish

Your punches like public wifi, it ain't connecting

If I see you writing on me, your lyrics won't be the only thing getting dissected

Shoot beams at me, I'll just go ahead, pull a reflection

I come from the capital, bitch i want all smoke

Your homies got alot jokes, I had to pop ya hoes

I pop off like cork on champagne bottles

I drop alot of heat, and these rappers, I got em

Tryna diss me? you better control verses, k dot ya

I gotcha, features are more like murders the way I off em

I hear alot of talk, but when this nine talk, it's only silence

I keep making hits

Frequency is crazy the way I go violet/violent

Issa fucked up game, ima fucked up player

New rap up, like cake it layers/eclairs

Fuck with Sam, jus say ya prayers

Hoes really thought that they could motherfucking play us

Better let all the people know that we up

Homie said stick to one style, man I'll see bruh

FPS player, switching is better than re up

Can't even take criticisms, you all weak fucks

This a song to people that said I can't rap

This the song to people that said I'm mad wack

I tell you, don't talk shit when you can't rap

Just chilling, and I'm smoking on that knat pack 🚬

Everyone gets hate when they at the top

Hate on me all you want, but the raps will drop

I never gave up and that's how I made it here

If I can make it here then I can make it anywhere