I like to assault my competition verbally
Now let me go off, as if you ain’t heard of me
Certainly you’re the type to take this shit personally
That ain’t gonna work in the league
Can’t handle the heat, get out the booth
I don’t want beef, I want the truth
I’ve been on E, I’m by the pool
But I’ve been on me, so what’s the move
Do what I wanna do gotta be happy
Don’t care if you’re clapping
Or napping on the boy while I’m rapping
I want it more and that’s the law of attraction
I’m manifesting
And the man in question
Had his hand of blessings
So I ain’t addressing
My misfortunes
Cause fortunately
A misfortune for me
Is nothing more than all the torture I see
Do your parents think you’re special, cause I don’t
Ooh, you dyed your hair you’re such a rebel, you’re liable
For the lies that you tellin the fans
I don’t need to see them go and pop in a xans
I’m clockin your mans
And blocking the spam
How is this a problem again
Life is cyclical like I was watching a fan
Everybody Lil
Everybody love to pop pills
Everybody kills
Start to wonder why they signed you
Only got one song, but wanna be viral
Wait til you spiral, this what I'll do
I like to assault my competition verbally
Now let me go off, as if you ain’t heard of me
Certainly you’re the type to take this shit personally
That ain’t gonna work in the league
Can’t handle the heat, get out the booth
I don’t want beef, I want the truth
I’ve been on E, I’m by the pool
But I’ve been on me, so what’s the move
You over there
You over there
You over there
Why you doing that
Why you doing that
Why they doing that
I don’t know why the fuck they be doing that
Lying, snitching
Bitching, quitting
Hitting women
That ain’t cool
I don’t fuck with you
Never have
I’m uncomfortable
In the presence of a snake
You keep pedaling the break
I’m ahead of the race
But only known in seven states
Watch the pressure build up
Til I burst out of the bubble
I knew that you would fumble since the huddle
Go mumble
To yourself in disappointment
This the ointment that you needed
Mr. Clean and Listerine
Is what I bleed
You’re a fiend for the lean
On a beam for no reason
For me its open season
Drop my drink I’m leaving, I’m gone
I like to assault my competition verbally
Now let me go off, as if you ain’t heard of me
Certainly you’re the type to take this shit personally
That ain’t gonna work in the league
Can’t handle the heat, get out the booth
I don’t want beef, I want the truth
I’ve been on E, I’m by the pool
But I’ve been on me, so what’s the move