[Verse 1: VI Seconds]

God, I hate y'all

I don't ever want to be named with you

My game is solitaire cause I will never play with you

You a slave to the game, tryna claim respect

To the wrist of your career, I'm a razor's edge

I crave the necks, spot as a GOAT

Don't give it to me? Fuck it, then a choppa will smoke

I'm earthin' everyone, you lookin' at the waviest with cannons armed

When it fires, all y'all aired like the Avatar

White Ranger dumpin', that's a Tommy, better run in fear

Hundred rounds, brrrr, got me walkin' with the drummer's ear

Malcom Luther King X, clean but I get savage, clown

Walkin' round, hotter than a motherfuckin' dragon's bowels

Y'all quick to say you run shit, but don't chase nothin'

All this lip but, y'all don't ever say nothin'

All that heart till I make it go acapella

Twin nina's twerkin', I'll let these bitches pop together

Right now, you in a dream with a Krueger

Sleep on me, I see errors in your future

God, this Apollo mixed with Drago on Apollo Creed

Black mask, MAC blast, miss me with your Ponzi schemes

I'm on a whole different wavelength nigga

You walk puddles, I'm on a wave length nigga

Stay and get yo' ass kicked or you can choose to walk away

Fact is, you couldn't outshine me on my darkest day

I kill everything

Let nothin' breathe, let no one leave

Keep this bitch quiet, don't fuckin' sneeze

I'll keep it a buck, see this game and wanna start buckin'

These bucks you holding dear, will lose grip when the ride's buckin'

Pass me a bucket, these fuckers got me sick to my stomach

If I up and buck it like vomit, these niggas couldn't stomach

The view, it's the last of every endeavor I bodied

And wreck it fade I never bit off more than I could chew

Yeah, I'm still starvin', still carvin' my name in

Skilled marksman, pierce your heart with no aim and

Trill chocolate, skin toned young heartbreaker, boss slayer

Swervin', burnin', bumpin' Jada Montega

My role is takin' control and comin' at all players

I was focused and told myself, "Deal with y'all later"

And I see that the time is now

Guess it's time that y'all do like Mario, travel and pipe down

Right now, I'm feelin' niggas is fake

Give a fuck about a burned bridge, I swim across the lake

I feel like this shit is fate, what's hidden will come to light

Mannerly in bed, what that mean?

That I'm fuckin nice

Yeah, he's right here, the little nigga you looked at

As insignificant, throwing everything out my bookbag

Fast forward a couple of years later

You idolize the boy, and all of my peers greater, uh!

In a position to be way more flashy

My Rollie don't tell time, don't you ask me

For, any to spare, my enemies here, one look in the

Eye of the storm, you'd tell me he's scared ahead and it's clear

And these days your boy feelin' like a model

It's straight headshots like the murderer of Kennedy's here

And I'm sendin' y'all a message this year

Boy, I'm hungrier than Tyson when he's next to your ear

I been watchin', seen niggas tweetin', schemin' and plottin'

I pop on the scene with my Glock

Then I thought about it, jealousy, I wouldn't put it past you bitches

Fact is, y'all ain't even worth the ammunition

Niggas holla', "Anime was a setup"

Thing's sell, I got big, now it's time to blow myself up

Comeback better, I got bodies to catch

Battle me you're next, so that's a lot to regret

Now let's work

Cause y'all forgot who you dealin' with

Ain't shit funny, I don't laugh at blooper reels for shit

Bitch I stay on top of my meals like a condiment

Buttin' in my food, then you won't like the consequence

Now I don't claim to be a gun bar king

But it's wolf, when you hear that gun barking

I'm him, it's Mr. Break Your Fuckin' Face On Prom Night

Leavin' as the victor with a knife in a bomb fight

Every punch got you layin' with your shoulders touchin'

Cobra cluchin', your momma wouldn't fix this with Robitussin

I'm cemented in my spot, me run four box and El Chapo you gon' get drug, lord

I'm in your face, start givin' it up

You tried to step into my lane and got hit by a bus

A plane, a truck, talkin' bout the flames I brought

And now you gettin' trampled by my train of thought

I was a youngin' gettin pushed till I got good at this shit

Now I'm Craig, walkin' through your hood with a brick

Every weapon in SOCOM, yet I'm so calm

When I'm askin' if we really have a problem like, "Look dawg"

On your block I'm a new kid

Bouta take a shot at becomin' a nuisance

News bitch, you ain't seen nothin' this new since, I don't know, I'm fresher than new scents

You smell me, fresher than new scents

Genius, bouta bless y'all with new sense

All y'all niggas busy tryna play Gawd

Till you get an ass full of pool sticks

You in too deep, and I'm feelin like I'm LL

Tryna take my heaven and all of y'all niggas get hell

Kanye and Ray J on Celebrity Deathmatch

Walkin' with AK's, nades on my chest strap

I'm bringing war to y'all, but you never seem to get that

Fist big as Luda's in the video for, "Get Back"

Threat, this game's what I run on sentence

To be the best, period, yet I run on sentence

Best of the new school, I'm that

No need for running herd

Light on my feet, I could stand on a hummingbird

Snatchin' up ya paper like a real bad neighbor

I'll, take your wig off like, unprepared drag racer

Fuck y'all, it don't matter if you next

Boy, I'm flexin' with Thor's hammer hangin' off my neck

Venom in my veins, I ain't talkin' from a snake

I'm talkin' symbiote, the shit that caused Eddie Brock to change

Imma, whole different tier that, shouldn't be played

So broken that, niggas don't want me in the game

But I'm walkin' in this bitch, with no intention of peace

Every artist that you bumpin' gon be layin' at my feet

Flames Bond, or Poseidon, whatever you wanna call me

To disarm me, you need to come with an army

If not, I'll just go off the fact you wishin' to harm me

To put you bitches in a box like a new Barbie

These bars be, barbie

Queuin' everybody, shootin' everybody

You, and you, and you, and anybody that you came with

I'm a barbarin' barbarian, tied up, tyin' y'all up with a lariat

Work, tryna ball like a Carter of the spits

Whether Jay-Z called or Dwayne Carter or Vince nigga

Your heart's Jell-O, you claim you a hard fellow

Bitch, I'm strong enough to beat you to death with a marshmallow

See my, whole intent's to hold this nation

And make your soul uplift like motivation

Now I, got all these rappers backspacin'

This bang got more kickback than relaxation

Understand, competitors I murder, dead

The illest one, these niggas buns, burger bread

On my shit and offin' shit, I'm off the shits

And on shit, to off the shit, I'm off this shit

You hit the switch and set me off

Now you in the presence of the mothafuckin' Gawd

Work, that's what you wanted, I got you now

You better calm down, or I'll calm you down

Brooklyn!

[Outro: VI Seconds]

That's what it is now

Ain't no more games to be played

I'm on my shit to off this shit

And I'm off the shits, when I'm on this shit

And when I'm on the shit, I off the shit

Work