[Verse 1]
Yeah, stop it, rappers, they filling they pockets, don't give a shit about profits, that's why I'm honest
That's why my lyrics the hardest, and, bitch, you will fear 'em regardless
I'm on a mission, they not gonna listen, but wantin' this shit since a kid was an infant
And fuck my own music, this the new edition, I'm schoolin' these rappers, they pay me tuition, woah
Give a fuck about opinions, the comment took you thirty minutes, so, who's really winning?
Lyricism with precision, I'll murder this beat 'til my pen is a witness, woah
Woah, a picture's worth a thousand words, so this is worth a thousand pictures, oh
Oh, gimme the images, I'll put an end to this, I don't need Kanye to finish this
Eight year old watching porn for the first time, destroying your innocence (What? Hahahaha!)
If you say you can out-rap me, there's gonna have to be an incident (Yeah)
I'ma have to go block you out of my life, like Trump and some immigrants (Ayy!)
When I get up on the mic, they say this shit is magnificent
Really, this isn't shit, rap-game Jehovah's Witness, knocking on the game store (Hoo!)
Elevated to get on my same floor, made money while I make more
Two bitching while I take four, that's just the shit I've been made for (Yeah! Yeah!)
I ain't never heard of second place, that's just the shit I've been raised for, damn (Yeah!)
Yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy!)
[Hook]
Swear, that they don't wanna see you winning (Hahaha!)
And I'ma 'bout to do this for a century
I'm waiting 'til these bitches start to listen
They really need to get they own identity (Yeah)
And I know that I got a big decision (Yeah)
But I don't ever get it, hold my empathy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
For me, I'm looking with my tunnel vision
And I just want the people to remember me ([?])
Yeah, stop it, rappers, they filling they pockets, don't give a shit about profits, that's why I'm honest
That's why my lyrics the hardest, and, bitch, you will fear 'em regardless
I'm on a mission, they not gonna listen, but wantin' this shit since a kid was an infant
And fuck my own music, this the new edition, I'm schoolin' these rappers, they pay me tuition, woah
Give a fuck about opinions, the comment took you thirty minutes, so, who's really winning?
Lyricism with precision, I'll murder this beat 'til my pen is a witness, woah
Woah, a picture's worth a thousand words, so this is worth a thousand pictures, oh
Oh, gimme the images, I'll put an end to this, I don't need Kanye to finish this
Eight year old watching porn for the first time, destroying your innocence (What? Hahahaha!)
If you say you can out-rap me, there's gonna have to be an incident (Yeah)
I'ma have to go block you out of my life, like Trump and some immigrants (Ayy!)
When I get up on the mic, they say this shit is magnificent
Really, this isn't shit, rap-game Jehovah's Witness, knocking on the game store (Hoo!)
Elevated to get on my same floor, made money while I make more
Two bitching while I take four, that's just the shit I've been made for (Yeah! Yeah!)
I ain't never heard of second place, that's just the shit I've been raised for, damn (Yeah!)
Yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy!)
[Hook]
Swear, that they don't wanna see you winning (Hahaha!)
And I'ma 'bout to do this for a century
I'm waiting 'til these bitches start to listen
They really need to get they own identity (Yeah)
And I know that I got a big decision (Yeah)
But I don't ever get it, hold my empathy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
For me, I'm looking with my tunnel vision
And I just want the people to remember me ([?])
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