Lyrics
Subtitles ready[Verse 1] Tried to get a feature don't nobody wanna tag team this Sider leave the Beat where the body bags be, bitch Better run when me and tracks meet, I am not an athlete Really like that, not a rap beef and Oh my god it can't be! Muhammad Ali, I land punches and hooks, I'll bob and I'll weave. Oughta charge fees for phenomenal schemes but I need another hit I'm a style fiend. My Life a wild dream I'll write what I'll read but that could be red as ill write what ill red. Built life off them pills what a pilgrim, I'm still dead refill the pills that killed them. I Steal attention with tension, never ill intention just mental illness KILL SHIT, I appeal to Millennial pill heads maybe tough to swallow but I'll follow the code if it's still red (the) Ill pen, that Rae and Slim were buildin' is in the buildin', Great I feel dead The killer instinct mad villain instilled in me, spill venom skills in her genes, and it's real denim She's a big fish and the reels reeled her in, got real Demons and I chill with them while I'm still livin'- uh [Verse] I'm leaving soon but I feel like I just arrived at the function, never was acknowledged by the public but trust I'm top five in some discussions. Don't need you to love it, I just need to prove it, do that in abundance the way that I'm moving, Aiming at you when I'm spraying a tool here's a barrel or two I'll be there in a few, - if Raelyn ain't getting views Put that car into park, I'm coming back harder tomorrow! Uh. God Tier, I'm like a human Kendrick Lamar tell me what in the fuck I gotta do to get in the charts Who in the motherfucking hell are you to pick it apart? Never too different but I'm too different with the art. Lunatic brutal tic in the booth, and with the bars I'm a human and a recluse I'm with the stars Truly don't know who in the fuck that you are I'm the best y'all have and I kick some ass Run that back DO YOU SMELL SOME GAS? [Verse 2] [bassline becomes more melodic and active] Sider throw a rapper down a fuckin' flight of stairs, What's at steak buddy the way I'm cooking's kinda rare. My generic love for the sport ain't enough to break through Turns out paying dues doesn't actually pay you. [Plain Speaking] Whatever, [Flow Change] I stay true to the game through and through I'm the same, dude. Made moves, truly insane brain went away, flew. Understand I can't do all that I claim to in a day or two. I need atleast a week to eat a beat say please and thank you- Babe Ruth hit it out the park, at home-running the game but no body can change who's so stuck in their ways you grow numb to the pain, so accustomed to rage That's my gut feeling. Throw it up on the page-Told you once that I'm great, and couple times that I'm leaving soon. Seek the truth and I truly think it's prudent to speak it too. Speak into existence the things I do-and the places I go If I wasn't a rapper, guess I'm making it so Say that I won't, say that Rae ain't making the most insane statements and poems, go ape with my flow Many folks claim to have known, I'm home, I'm here, this is all I'm good for, so give me a bit I can cook more. That demon in me knows every word I need to throw before I look for it.