[Verse 1: Sinizter]
You not in my lane what the fuck was you thinking
I hate all these rappers not cocky but confident kinda conceited and constantly flexin’ till all y’all deleted
I been in the lab hittin’ pads with a ball point jab
Pourin’ gas on the mic till it pop
Gimme what you got
I will never mix it in the pot even if it’s hot you will never kick it with a god
Wanna complain
We are not the same
Sacrifice a lot to get this spot so don’t you hate me when you hear it let it bang
Local artists really driving me insane saying why is you winning your style is finished
You only want the fame
Let me digress
This verbal vomit you 'bout to digest
Take you on the ride of ya life I murder with fine text
Daily elevating with patience so Ima rise next
I don’t pay attention so miss me with all them death threats
Gave up my life in the military for this music
So I can just kill and bury sending every rapper to the cemetery with no casket no hearse or obituary
So get out my way when I be moving through
My flow is complex-twisted like a rubix cube
I’m running circles round you like a hula hoop
Army lifestyle didn’t work so I flew the coop
Pure dedication got me where I’m at
And I’m not going back so you gon’ have to kill me to make me quit
Chill with that hating shit watch what comes out ya mouth
‘Cause when my song come on I get to breaking shit
Now these rappers in my DM's
I don't like 'em why they wanna be friends
Bet I'm crowned the king when the beef starts
They in body bags when the beef ends
[Verse 2: Ghostemane]
Young Cobain
No gas in my tank
Not a thing to my name
But the rest of this drink
Spritebeatz on the beats, beastin’ the keys
While I’m K-R-Double-E-P in the streets
Wandering alone, neither dead or alive
But I wanna be dead sometimes
Fuck out my face
Never took a freebie or a handout
No thanks, don’t park, no breaks
Never thought about it but I really started thinkin’ ‘bout the way that the world can be
Don’t wanna give a thing, wanna take everything away from the place that they got it in the first place
Everybody thinkin’ that they don’t give a fuck
When they takin’ all the time to write that, they don’t give a fuck
Get up out your feelings and quit, quit your bitchin’ and do some shit, bitch
See I really gotta say that I find myself up in a predicament every time I synthesize another one of my lines
It only really happens with a known scent of apathy happily cut myself, broke like bohemian rhapsody in every song
Now tell me if it’s gettin’ old
I don’t really give a fuck but I kinda just wanna know
For the sake of the knowin’ that’s all
Take a step back, maybe then another six more, hoe
Keep on hatin’ like you’ve never been judged before
Get a partner with the world hidin’ behind your phone
If you claimin’ that you really puttin’ on
What I see now is strong
Just another weak ass bitch, with a mic and some wifi
Hopin’ that they’ll pay enough to make a sci-fi
Better return them jeans and cop some self esteem