[Hook]

Tired of all this auditioning for the side dude

Position, you tripping, you gotta think that you Badu

I’m three stacks, retire with seven plaques, my stats maxed, you better than me? Homie, that’s not true

Achoo! We blessed to be here, My ex with green tears

I’m next to pop, not you

Achoo! No simping this year, I’m gifted, sincere

If I’m not one, I’m top two

[Verse 1]

Too ready, might Bebop but I’m rock steady

Side girl got a bottom, my main top heavy

I put the Kan... and the Fetty in confetti

Ye reference, I stay repping, my pay steady

Eight seconds, I break records, I make pennies

Very pretty, never even been to this city

You playing checkers, stop playing with me, I’m way busy

Bought a couple tickets, debating on who to take with me

Backstage, Front page is a fun day

Getting to the point where productivity’s mundane

Made Caleb my Dame Dash, evade tax

Run the tape back, son, don’t fuck up the feng shui

Untamed, unattainable, unashamed

Underpaid and underrated, I’m outraged

Tryna blow up in 2020, got no connection

Unaffected, go undetected, it’s up direction

Jetta

[Hook]

Tired of all this auditioning for the side dude

Position, you tripping, you gotta think that you Badu

I’m three stacks, retire with seven plaques, my stats maxed, you better than me? Homie, that’s not true

Achoo! We blessed to be here, My ex with green tears

I’m next to pop, not you

Achoo! No simping this year, I’m gifted, sincere

If I’m not one, I’m top two

[Verse 2]

These rappers talk about they punches like decapitation

Like congratulations, you’re good at using imagination, while a tad abrasive

I’m good at making shit up too, like oh man, somebody is better than me

See? That is absolutely untrue

Matter fact, I could punch you for capping

You ain’t DiCaprio status, brother so quit acting

To all these trash wave riders bastardizing my passion

You better grab yourself a shield before you come at the captain

Blackbeard, no Jack Sparrow, I lack any compassion for you rappers

The son of satan, my mother’s Mia Farrow

I want skulls, and blood, and bone marrow

They don’t recognize that I got skills, I might go feral

See, I’m the king of any genre that I choose to rock

I pop a nigga, rap him up, and toss him off the nearest dock

If you think you up and coming, you should prolly check the clock

Osaka time, think otherwise and promptly lose the right to talk

Balk and see you lined in chalk, Holes inside your sternum caulked

Exterminate you vermin, yearning for another line to cross

Let you see the way I walk, I’m on your grave like Jerry rice

I’m picking six niggas for my list, and imma check it twice

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