[Verse]
My hat made outta napkins
Damn
That's that abstract fashion
Goes hand in hand
With ratchets tryna smash
And that ain't hap'nin
Rather watch anime at the pad
And make bangers
Tell my haters
They endangered
Back that dusty ass up
Make you duck
When I slang flames bruh
Evade em quick
Or ya dick in the dirt
Showing you a world of hurt
Bitch, I was born berserk
Warlord
Hoppin out the four door
On the fourth story
Codeine pourin'
Shorties lookin' sporty
Telling boring fucking stories
Fuck you normies
I’m enormous on a beat
Crafting heat in heaps
I eat the sheep and never sleep
Take a seat and see
This demon overheat
I feast on weak emcees
Who lack the traits they need
To be merely decent
Anything appealing even
[Bridge]
I probably ain't got the melanin to please "The Melonhead"
Probably ain't got the style and rhymes to reach a solid 10
But fuck it

[Verse 2]
This is that shit
That finna make you move
Turnt up in the club
Tryna catch that groove
Getting faded with the bitches
Sippin' gin and juice
And when I stomp your head
Bet the shoe leave grooves
I’m showing you faggots
How shit gets done
Who got a flow
That come close to me? (None!)
A soul full of heat to smoulder beats? (None!)
And the fire rhymes
To fry all enemies and roast beef? (None!)
Best to bet
I’ve been killing shit
Tell the industry
They can suck my dick
Me and SGP making heinous shit
Dubbing it to tape
And making haters split
I got all these motherfuckers
Tryna give me flack
Like I ain’t droppin' tracks
That give em panic attacks
They be sayin' I’m wack
Til the bass breaks their back
And leaves ‘em fiending for my lyrics
Like I’m spittin straight crack
That's facts bitch
I got nothing to lose
Offing every single skid
Who scoff at what I do
I ain’t got the time for bitches
Tryna slide on through
Playing petty little games
That’s why they always "Player 2"