I don’t need a subject I just feel like spazzing out
And if you’re in the same lane as me it’s time to take a different route
We just ain’t hitting the same y’all do this all for clout
I’m just pedal to the metal yeah I’m going balls out
I leave a flat line on the mic
I run it out of life, someone hand me my knife
beat ain’t coming out alive
Yeah mother fucker I’m 110
I’m talking percent
Not strokes with the pen
Y’all go juju on that beat I go chu chu with the heat
Call the tooth fairy I’m out here knocking teeth like creed
I don’t flow through I dance around the beat
They write what I freestyle we two different breeds
Throw out words like I’m competing
And it’s gushes out like bleeding
Too fast to be receiving
All the shit you should be hearing
Punchlines you ain’t seeing
Shows how I’m not a human being
Crop circles on the ceiling
With some things that have no meaning
Other things that I be feeling
The lyrics that you readings
Cuz these words come in stampeding
And the flow that just keeps speeding
I always talking about my feelings
But when I put out feelings
At the end of the day I’m sitting
Think about how I ain’t fitting
Up with with rest, like I’m just trynna be best
I put in the double work and end up under all the rest
But I feel my time coming I could swear that I’m next
You gonna need a big boost to get over my head
They ain’t playing with me, like I ain’t playing with them
They ain’t on my level, on strokes with the pen
I'ma keep the punchlines all the way to the end
And if they want a rematch then I’ll spit it again
They ain’t playing with me, like I ain’t playing with them
They ain’t on my level, on strokes with the pen
I'ma keep the punchlines all the way to the end
And if they want a rematch then I’ll spit it again
Never saw myself as rebel, or fucking with the devil
I was throwing boulders while they were out there throwing pebbles
Then I grew into the guy who you don’t wanna meddle
Cuz I’ve never come across some beef that I couldn’t myself settle
And I know the man I am so I never carry metal
But I always fuck em up like I do to instrumentals
They hold guns that ain’t theirs kinda like it was a rental
But they way too scared to pop them like poppin some kettle
I’m trynna get out this loop I’m trynna flip the script
I’m tired of all this broke as fuck shit
I’m making my own path because normal just ain’t it
I’m a different piece in this puzzle I ain’t fit
The guy that came in and his music started poppin
He knew you wouldn’t jump but he’d have your head all bobbing
Cuz this guy hates the mumble rap he’ll never spit a slur
Knows there’s no point in a beat if you ain’t fucking up the words
They ain’t playing with me, like I ain’t playing with them
They ain’t on my level, on strokes with the pen
I'ma keep the punchlines all the way to the end
And if they want a rematch then I’ll spit it again
They ain’t playing with me, like I ain’t playing with them
They ain’t on my level, on strokes with the pen
I'ma keep the punchlines all the way to the end
And if they want a rematch then I’ll spit it again