[Intro]

Damn, FlemDawg

[Chorus]

I been waiting on this nigga

And I been patient too long, his heart pacing too long

It's a cold-ass world, you'll die over that nigga

But I guess that's just the place that you on

I'm the hardest young nigga up-and-coming

And that spot rightfully owned, yeah, I'm rightfully on

He kept typing and put me inside of a song

He get popped, give a fuck type of rifle he own

[Verse 1]

Niggas copying shit, know they jotting this shit

I'm the God, boy, I ain't even writing these songs

I be thinking this shit off the top of the dome

And yo' bitch just be giving me top, I don't bone

Ah, you better not Home Alone

Nigga tried, and he got shot in his domе

Pop fly, I did not wanna send him home

He took that to thе face yeah, the hit was too strong

Gun, shots hopping out the MAC 11

You got hit with the first, hit yo' moms with the second

Ayy, waiting on the nigga come back outside

But he know it's gon' be armageddon

He know it's a L day, he know it's a Hell day

He know he got hell to pay

He in that Hellcat, I hope he 'bout gunplay

He knowing that hell'll raise

[Chorus]

I been waiting on this nigga

And I been patient too long, his heart pacing too long

It's a cold-ass world, you'll die over that nigga

But I guess that's just the place that you on

I'm the hardest young nigga up-and-coming

And that spot rightfully owned, yeah, I'm rightfully on

He kept typing and put me inside of a song

He get popped, give a fuck type of rifle he own

[Verse 2]

Vector on me while inside of my home

I'ma blow out this bitch 'til yo' vitals be gone

He done rolled up on me while it's too late at night

I'ma have to see what type time that he on

Have foenem pull up on the side of that whip

Get to bussin' you flip and then I'ma be gone

Niggas getting they life mixed up with personas

My nigga, you tripping, this not just a song

Yeah, I'm grippin' the Glock, that bitch hold 32

I put that to yo' back and then call you Malone (That's Karl)

Or I might pick up a K, put that bitch to yo' face, and then call you Stallone

First Blood when I shoot this muhfucka

Committing a sin if I use this muhfucka

Tell my lil' brother go get 'em a bucket

I pass 'em the blick alley-oop that muhfucka

Slamming that bitch just like Anthony Davis

My shit really bump, fuck a Spotify playlist

Catch me out posted a submachine gun with a light on the front or the modified laser

Putting that bitch to yo' taper, then telling yo' barber, you gon' need a shape up

Hit like a bruise my shit really the truth

You don't feel it right now, then you gon' feel it later

[Verse 3]

What I'm in this shit for? Paper

I ain't in this bitch to do favors

Tryna walk 'round this bitch like a glacier

But first, I'ma put mama crib on some acres

Really the hardest to come outta Vegas

You niggas ain't ballin', I'm stacked like the Lakers

Niggas ain't gone by the end of this song

I smoked 300 pounds just like Shaq on the Lakers

Big ass wood in my right hand

Big ass gun in my nightstand, niggas be hatin'

Talking down on me, still feel like fans

You niggas not built for what's coming

You niggas more built to get brutally kilt by what's coming

The predator bitch, I ain't goin' for nothing

I'm runnin', but I ain't the one being hunted

[Outro]

Damn, FlemDawg