[Verse 1]
One minute, let me get in my bag
Filling up my pen with the venom when I rap
Ain't nobody better so we'll never mind that
Get a hit o' run run, go tell 'em I'm back
Never going back again
Few people in the game that can rap with him
I spit flames and attack ya men
I'm sicker than a fucking pathogen
I lose count when I track the wins
And I'ma rip it 'til I make the map
Show praise to the greats who done paved the paths
So face the facts, I raise 'til it fades to black
I blaze a track and tell 'em that it pays to rap
Until I'm dead and gone
Kill 'em with every beat that I get upon, bet the form
When they be pushing upon the metaphors
Get 'em all jealous they wishing that I was never born
But they never gonna forgive me, shout out to Pentagon
Hella bombs, that I came to drop in a Caribbean
They wonder when the reign will stop
I'll feign the cross until I get my name to pop
And I'll be kicking down doors 'til I break the locks
And like blah!
Come on, and witness the madness
Money in the bank, can't fit in the mattress
And the game on lock, with the biggest advantage
Ain't nobody ever do it in a similar fashion
Like run with the veteran, pumping adrenaline
Rapping to kill it, so fuck if I benefit
Done with you haters, you fuckers are feminine
Lyrical bullets are bucking you gentleman
Listen up I got a new statistic
Fuck the system and abuse the business
Instrumentals getting bruised and blistered
But now
One minute, let me get in my bag
Filling up my pen with the venom when I rap
Ain't nobody better so we'll never mind that
Get a hit o' run run, go tell 'em I'm back
Never going back again
Few people in the game that can rap with him
I spit flames and attack ya men
I'm sicker than a fucking pathogen
I lose count when I track the wins
And I'ma rip it 'til I make the map
Show praise to the greats who done paved the paths
So face the facts, I raise 'til it fades to black
I blaze a track and tell 'em that it pays to rap
Until I'm dead and gone
Kill 'em with every beat that I get upon, bet the form
When they be pushing upon the metaphors
Get 'em all jealous they wishing that I was never born
But they never gonna forgive me, shout out to Pentagon
Hella bombs, that I came to drop in a Caribbean
They wonder when the reign will stop
I'll feign the cross until I get my name to pop
And I'll be kicking down doors 'til I break the locks
And like blah!
Come on, and witness the madness
Money in the bank, can't fit in the mattress
And the game on lock, with the biggest advantage
Ain't nobody ever do it in a similar fashion
Like run with the veteran, pumping adrenaline
Rapping to kill it, so fuck if I benefit
Done with you haters, you fuckers are feminine
Lyrical bullets are bucking you gentleman
Listen up I got a new statistic
Fuck the system and abuse the business
Instrumentals getting bruised and blistered
But now
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