[Intro]:

No hook

No reason to sound like another

Rapper you going to forget about

So this is nothing but bars

I promise you you ain't going

To have no choice but to

Remember this one

Tell all the little kids

Get out the room for this one

This one right here is

Going to get too real

Understand

[Verse 1]:

Because I have tunnel vision wreckage

No replacing damages

Natural disaster

Contemplating savages

Pussy is a motive

The bed is a crime scene

Murder weapon sex game

Handcuff his wife please

Eye of beholders

Beauty is in visual

These bars got uglier

In high school musical

Rappers hiding behind residuals

Sweeping bones out the booth

Where I slaughter individuals

The Davinci Code is

Embedded in my blood

And I shed combinations

To your funeral in every cut

These new rappers could maybe

Learn a thing or two

Yeah I'm new

But my competitions overdue

Prior to the elevation

Meditating escalating

Holding all her fantasies

Medication hesitating

Jumping to conclusions

Rolling to intrusions

Rocking on this beat

Until the audio is fusin'

Confusing to the context

Battle new niggas next

Just to show rappers

I ain't miss any steps yet

Go ahead and close your eyes

When I'm talkin'

It's easier to vision

All these steps when I'm walkin'

Sprint along to the beat

Of this drum

While my tempo is strung

To the melody of hums

In the jealousy of nuns

That could pray on my mixtape

Rosary lyrics run across

On their shirt straight

Damages I'm ravishin'

Brandishing and handlin'

Channeling Spanish chicks

Trying to stroke the man who spit

Deliver a quiver

Of warning shots for contributions

Fuck raping a beat

I spit prostitution

Posture alignment

My special assignment

Stand straight when I'm gone

I fold away when I'm rhymin'

I open chapters where pages

Steady turn faster

Write a story of

Natural disaster

Chainlink master

Construction of a pastor

Who prayed for the weak

When his faith was playing Casper

These unsigned rappers [?]

A grape wine

I take a sip of your mind

Bitch now wait in line

With the others that'll all

Fill in the missing lines

To say my name in vein

But steady kiss my rhymes

There's a proportional existence

To my last love

Still plastered in the zone

Where I think of

All these compositions

That I ever wrote for her

And every single commandment

That I broke for her

So say my name slow

You might choke on it

I like it sexy in your voice

When I stroke woman

So tell me are you real

Or are the moments fake

Cause artificial can be made

Out of real clay

Who else got a problem

Because hopefully they'll solve it

Answers like me are questioning

Before dissolving

Mental devastation

Heavy damaging the contemplation

Sampling the invitation

Competition hesitating

Niggas on a rise

Who's standing at the top

Where the battleground is covered

With the bitches that I stopped

What happened to this kid

Out of high school

I never stick to the script

Everyone got their eyes glued

They never tell me diss legends

Don't worry

A legend ain't a legend

If the protégé don't tell the story

And the same bitches who would diss me

Are lining up alphabetical order

Like they miss me

And I'm the kind to take

The time out the schedule

To overdose a hoe with

Middle fingers like it's medical

Carve your heart into a clover

Get back the luck

I got to stay on my grind

Like the skateboard is stuck

I don't make music for

The positive energy

Even are my love songs

Got to start with an enemy

I see your girl in a club

And her glass is empty

Find her naked on my couch

With your love not in her memory

Open up her lips

Every breath will remember me

I gave her CPR

With a word that start with letter D

Yeah use imagination

Role play my life

And take her down to your basement

Utter my name without any hesitation

Watch her hide in your bed

To start a little masturbation

I hate niggas that hate

To see my niggas happy

That's why I keep a warm smile

When throwing disses at me

About my music ain't street

I'm still ruling you

I make music

Real niggas get pussy to

Either get pussy or be pussy

I beat them both

Be a rapper or be a pussy

I eat them both

Don't ever ask me

Which one I do the most

I eat her out and write a song

At the same time about doing both