(Nocturne)
(Johnny Cooked)
(May Sora have the glory)

I'm gettin' really sick of all this underground rap shit
Underground rappers always staring like you competition even though we all got the same mission
We all just wanna make it, god damnit it's crazy
Ain't nobody finna have your back when you need it
Ain't nobody finna be there when you bleedin'
Ain't nobody gonna be there when you fallin'
Ain't nobody gonna be there

Now beware from the snakes there's a lot of 'em
Always runnin' rampant you can see the pride on 'em
You can see how their ego's their passion
They don't like the music they just want the bag

They don't get the numbers
Don't understand rhythm, they think that the game is a whole bunch of tags
But I know how to get it I just need that boost cause I'm getting so tired of all of these fags

A whole bunch of rappers be chanting 'bout how they got heart
And how "this just the start"
But hearts ain't bulletproof, nigga you better be holdin' your guard
Or I'm comin' right through and I'm stealing the stars

They wanted "old Sora"
I'm givin' her to em
Like "tenga, señora, pero tenga cuidado"
You really don't know me
I'm shooting this fuego my patience is bajo
Escucha ahora

Keep callin' me carried I don't need a feature
I been spittin' gospel like mughfuckin preachers
Yeah leave me alone bitch I'll treat ya like Reacher
Can't hang with me loser you poverty written
And all of you artists ain't with the religion
It can't be forgiven you not in the vision
Not in my division cause money I'm driven hoe
No competition I aim with precision

I'm burning bridges down
I got too famous I lost feelings now
I don't remember how I got here got me sayin' "wow"
It got me prayin' loud
I'm playin pieces with the algorithm look, my numbers wild
I got the cheat codes, beat those, like NBA free throws
Sneak hoes, photoshop delete those, you'on need those

All these crazy bitches tryna kill me
All these other rappers full of envy
But they never gonna come in and deceive me