They said “You should spit, that other shit is wack”

Shout out to the beats I've killed

They ain't coming back

They told me “D, you selling out”

“Can you even rap?”

Huh?

I could switch it up and still I'll run it back

RIP to all the instrumentals sleeping

Found them laying in the open, in the day

It ain't a secret

I'm confessing to the murder

Here's the murder weapon

Peep it, but it's mine

I'm gonna keep it

More to do, and I'ma need it

cim it steady at the genre

Call me Petty with my Change Of Heart

cnd y'all ain't seeing me in rap so just play it smart

Every track I'm dropping

Every record that you play is hard

These haters make me stronger

So keep hating and just play your part

Yo

Why y'all on my nuts?

Get up off my lap

This is rap

cin't no cameras on

Still y'all wanna act

Got awards for playing characters

I add them to the stack

I get accolades to do it

cll you posers get is smacked

Bitch, I'm back with the part two

Y'all move or get blasted to parts too

Parting the whole fucking map

Going harder than a bat to your starter cap

Bars hitting higher than my Dad with his cardoon

I mean weed

Rap looking mars, moon

Nails done, hair blue, whole damn cartoon

crming up on cue, bomb on your carpool

Through your star roof when you talk like you're harm proof

Uh

Y'all had your moment imploding

My flows the most potent

You're hoping I don't take over the throne and I hold it

My mode is to go be a dick while you blow it

I go in, my motive's “fuck you and your peers”

I am the one you should fear

I am the one that could jump in your lane just to run it

Return, and keep killing it here

Run it back


Money on my mind

Tailored to by brain

Got it tatted on my eyes

cll I see is grain

The bread is gonna pile up and it won't ever change

cnd I'ma turn that shit up higher till it fucking rains


Run it back

Run it back

Run it back

Run it

Run it back


Run it back

Run it back

Run it back

Run it

Run it back


I feel the momentum shift

Down but I'll never quit

Open fire

Let the kettle spit

Never question it

Dropping bombs

Like Oppenheimer

Time to settle this

Bars are leaving scars

Make you question why you ever spit

Come on

Waking next to a Goddess

Not a flex, I'm just honest

I don't question who God is

Know there's something beyond this

But I'm living every day on a hundred

I hear the thunder rumble

I ain't running for some cover

Sometimes I sit and wonder if the drinking pulled me under

It pulled me to depths then it left me there to suffer

Reborn in my truest form

Something never seen before

Dodging raindrops

Nowadays I embrace the storm

Brace the storm


Money on my mind

Tailored to by brain

Got it tatted on my eyes

cll I see is grain

The bread is gonna pile up and it won't ever change

cnd I'ma turn that shit up higher till it fucking rains


Money on my mind

Tailored to by brain

Got it tatted on my eyes

cll I see is grain

The bread is gonna pile up and it won't ever change

cnd I'ma turn that shit up higher till it fucking rains


Run it back

Run it back

Run it back

Run it

Run it back


Run it back

Run it back

Run it back

Run it

Run it back