[Intro]
Yeah
Ahem
My turn
[Chorus]
What you call an icon livin'?
Eye on the prize, got cyclops vision (Woah)
Venom like a python hissin'
If I hear this shit, I got the iPod skippin' it (No)
[Verse]
Next
I'm not listenin'
Stay inside my lane, I gotta focus on my penmanship, showmanship
Notice if I wrote it then I meant the shit
The pencil tips, I'm feeling like a loaded clip
And I ain't gotta load again
'Cause I ain't got opponents yet
But soon they'll be noticin'
Yeah, soon they'll be noticin'
And when they do, sendin' harpoons to your culdesacs
'Cause either way you're, dead in the ending
You can sleep with thе fishes
Pay Nemo a visit, I won't tell you again
Don't gеt offended, relax, it's metaphorical, look
I just really find your raps so adorable, I'm
Pissed off like Nas when you eat the jay
Or Rick Ross when Meek lost the beef with Drake
Lil this, lil that, give me a break
This hip-hop, not Kidz Bop, don't feed the snakes
Who's really the problem?
The ones who make the songs or the ones that bought 'em, uh
Who's really to blame when my gym playlist got Gucci Gang? (Fuck)
A bunch of hip-hop hypocrites
Do we gotta hate or do we just stop listenin'?
Well, the choice is yours
I'ma outrap them 'til my voice is hoarse, look
Yeah
Ahem
My turn
[Chorus]
What you call an icon livin'?
Eye on the prize, got cyclops vision (Woah)
Venom like a python hissin'
If I hear this shit, I got the iPod skippin' it (No)
[Verse]
Next
I'm not listenin'
Stay inside my lane, I gotta focus on my penmanship, showmanship
Notice if I wrote it then I meant the shit
The pencil tips, I'm feeling like a loaded clip
And I ain't gotta load again
'Cause I ain't got opponents yet
But soon they'll be noticin'
Yeah, soon they'll be noticin'
And when they do, sendin' harpoons to your culdesacs
'Cause either way you're, dead in the ending
You can sleep with thе fishes
Pay Nemo a visit, I won't tell you again
Don't gеt offended, relax, it's metaphorical, look
I just really find your raps so adorable, I'm
Pissed off like Nas when you eat the jay
Or Rick Ross when Meek lost the beef with Drake
Lil this, lil that, give me a break
This hip-hop, not Kidz Bop, don't feed the snakes
Who's really the problem?
The ones who make the songs or the ones that bought 'em, uh
Who's really to blame when my gym playlist got Gucci Gang? (Fuck)
A bunch of hip-hop hypocrites
Do we gotta hate or do we just stop listenin'?
Well, the choice is yours
I'ma outrap them 'til my voice is hoarse, look
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