Fuck that sad shit

Fucking with a bad bitch

I'm about to lose it man, my flow is fucking mad lit

I'm about to snooze it man, they only spitting adlibs

Impale these fucking rappers just like mother fucking Vlad did

X2

Misfits, spell it with the I's, no Jaden

Bitch I'm unknown, I ain't pulling in the bacon

Fill a fucking pentagram in blood, summon Satan

Nine-inch nails filling up the iron maiden

Sitting on my ass, I ain't waiting for a hand out

Looking for a path, fuck it, i'ma make my own route

Working, man I'm working, tryna get that mother fucking clout

Phone so dry, no dms, feeling like a drought

Feeling like I'm on a hiatus

Bitch, who? No first name basis

Whatchu say? Bitch you sound outrageous

Man, I kill it with the flow and the cadence

Ain't nobody out that's better with the basics

Ay dawg, you think I'm weak and you the greatest?

But I ain't seen you making no moves, face it

You out here with the rest, you just stuck like you in stasis

"SAD JIG on the block and he selling fucking heat"

"Nah, ntd was fire but his other shit is weak"

Well I guess I gotta prove myself

To get the wealth

Get slept on like the fucking elf on the shelf

Man I'm just making all these lofi tracks

While I'm low on stacks

Need to just relax

And make some bangers

I'm in my fucking element

My elegance is evident

I win awards in excellence

Like Leo in The Revenant

Say that line 5 times fast like a tongue twister

Get your tongue tied like a tongue blister

Follow me to rise like holy scripture

No resistors

I'ma rise to the top like I'm buoyant man

Asking how I know this? clairvoyant man

My shit is poignant man

My crew is joining in ay

I don't see your fucking crew joining in

Call this shit banger season

Take over your mind like a fucking cancer, screaming

Sit down to write, get all these anger feelings

Spit bars, you sit behind em, never taste the freedom

Whatchu wanna go and do that for?

Feel the tensions getting high like the cold war

Thinking you a fucking soldier, I'm the peace corps

What happened to your stacks? Quoth the raven, yeah they nevermore

Fuck that sad shit

Fucking with a bad bitch

I'm about to lose it man, my flow is fucking mad lit

I'm about to snooze it man, they only spitting adlibs

Impale these fucking rappers just like mother fucking Vlad did

X4

Wake up w a high dose of anxiety

Never social in my life man I hate society

Record the hardest track of 2018, victor of the rivalry

My whole life filled with compliancy, fuck that

Do this shit myself, that's a sole propriety

I'm gaining recognition while i'm gaining notoriety

Build this shit up from the ground like a fucking dynasty

Stealing all your fucking fans just like internet piracy

Gone

And that's just how it goes

When you're in it for the fame and the hoes

When you're in it for the money and the clothes

I'ma stick to rapping, if the stacks fall in i'ma make some more

But as for you, I think you should just leave it to the pros

Y'all shit, ya'll shit

Yeah, leave it to the pros

Roll up on me i'ma fucking break your nose

Man my anger shows

I'ma make you doze

Flow so cold it make you fucking shiver like you froze

Beats so hard, i'm making money cop the lows

World star boy screaming "what the fuck are those"

Step the fuck back man I've spit my verses

Gotta beat me in the booth or just close the curtain