[Verse]

It's real rap and all we state is facts

I believe most rappers are selling crack

The only difference: not all of you make careers from it

Not all you niggas lost peers and lost some years from it

Yeah, mix the flake with the baking soda

Got that potent ratio that make the nittys phone us

Give me my credit before I die, homie

I'd serve life before I let you take this life from me

Then you see Eve drifting away

This is God, baby, why you wanna listen to snakes?

Guess we're all one foot from the grave

Stomach ache from the fruit that I ate

Revelations, I had

Good intentions for these niggas, yeah, they all hate me

Should've let a nigga die instead of soul-saving

Midi rappers run the game, yeah, it's all crazy

'Cause I'm that nigga with the sauce, but it's all gravy

Yeah, we're all famous till it's all faded

Gang-bangers till it's all cases

Still, I owe you niggas no favours

I'ma write till we all make it, till it's all major

Six-figure deals, contracts signing with champagne

Last year, I was suicidal

Niggas watched me unravel, now I'm unrivaled

This is what they didn't want, but this is untitled

Yeah, always said I'd be the one to get the one-up

Any violations, raise the gun up, I thought I'd be the

One these niggas never make fun of

It's funny how it change in the blink of an eye

Niggas still living a lie

Bucked my ex on a winter night (cold)

She didn't know I was even alive

Two kids by her so-called friend

I mean, who cares? I hope he's treating you right

You set me up for my next one

Who just became a ex one

Same story but different women, same pain

Guess she was just like you

Trust issues, how much must I lose? Yeah

Abandoned by niggas I'd probably help again

No trust for these niggas, I'm by myself again

Retail habit, I'm up in Selfridges

Like I don't know what selfish is

I rap songs till I got no more of myself to give

You won't get the meaning of these words if I filter this

Greatest ever, most you rappers still telling fibs

(Fakest ever)

Everybody's taking lives and selling bricks

That's why I got no kids for the moment, man of the moment

Rap game fucked up but I feel like I own it, yeah

That's my ego speaking

Murmurs in the industry and I ain't even peaking

I ain't even sleeping

I'm coming for every pagan until it's even-stevens

The bad thing about keeping secrets is keeping secrets

The summer's mine, on Mani's life, I really mean it

The end is coming and you really feel it

Voodoo, prayers, the spirits from the other side

Late nights, struggle with the demons

It's only ends when someone dies

It's homicide, homicide

[Chorus]

It was all good when we was only fucking

Now we just argue over nothing 'cause

You don't wanna be untitled

(untitled)

It was all good when we was only fucking

Now we just argue over nothing 'cause

You don't wanna be untitled

(You don't wanna be untitled)