Verse One: SoniYEAH

I’m not another one to make a hit rec on a trap beat

Plastic, this whole game is fake, all elastic

That’s it, I’m gonna change my name, you can’t rap shit

Had this on loose, but this shit’s getting nasty

Look at me now, dick-suckers, the next best thing

Ls from the time you thought Aza uninteresting

Flexing, a guest who overstayed their welcome

Next thing you know is a bitch tryna bread-win

Fresh ink on the page, this chick an amateur

Rest think she mid, bitch my tongue is a rhyming store

Lights on, no failure ‘cause the tongue is mighty powerful

Fuck y’all rigged scums, my level is on outer-school

Power loom, music what my life cloth works on

Pricking fingers weaving all myself, zero fucks gone

No tailor-made shit, y’all are wasted, dump truck song

Pained to the core, fuck this shit, got enough wrong

Verse Two: SoniYEAH

Earn more, I guess it’s time to change this fucking rhyme scheme

Frozen wrists, get closer bitch, shit’s colder than an ice-cream

Hoes get rich, and those are chicks go over, those are feisty

Tier-listing shit, in business, kids see ghosts, guess why it’s frightening

The way been jotting rhymes, I’m sixteen, right from eight years

I’m not on Spotify, don’t need it, fight me, none can beat here

The way this rap room’s crowded, struggling, tryna find a seat here

Saving stuff for years to come, control-alt and delete tears

Every feature I been slaying, this your track? Guess I’mma eat here

Eco lec attending, while Abel screaming in my left ear

Ranking all discogs on blog, some songs, yeah those are left here

‘Cause bitch just spelled your tiers for you, this lands me in my S-tier