[Verse 1]

This is lyricism at its peak
Peep game
If you n***as think you ever can compete
Refrain from attempting at a written on a beat we claim, cuz if me and Mitchell did it then it ain't no competition, composition isn't paralleled
There is no comparison, legend in the making, you had better be aware of him, your flows threadbare you can see my patience wearing thin, nursery rhyming n***as? I am here to take care of them
I am vicious and viscerally appealing eviscerating these n***as that's spitting about they feelings for listeners wishing this was the christening they were hearing of riveting rhymes rather than wasting of time, this is what you waited for
Kept it in my pocket for the date, of course
Wait, it's more! Honestly, I promise something great in store. I ain't even spitting yet! You wonder what I'm waiting for? I just had to give the people time to get acquainted more
This is war, opposition praying I don't stay the course
But in my mind I'm the greatest since like the age of 4
Round 12 nights at the table until my brain was sore's all it took until I could hold a pen like a sacred sword
Next talentless rapper try to come haphazard
Gotta catch a couple punches in bunches for rap matters
N***as think they dueling a king but that's shattered, I'm the type a dime marries, you not even ex-caliber
You take time, write a verse, some fine rhymes, step to me, imma laugh in your face like "next challenger"
Keep em flying, send em in assembly lines, I don't mind, you would think n***as was the next Gallagher/Galaga
Show me my opponent, I'm visually getting charged up
Hands down, bars up
Man down, scarred up
You see me on top for now, you ain't thinking high enough
I keep it solid on records, I got the Midas touch
I stay flowing, I'm going without a hook, I'm showing my repertoire, I'm knowing I got em shook
I'm the
Archetypical finisher when I'm sending shots
Winning with a menacing mental vision where many drop
They done let the lion out the cage now, I can feel the rage now, it's gon be a while that I stay out
I just want respect, you should know that I'm afforded that
Keep your cap down like the 49ers quarterback
I done got my head big
I done let my sauce drip
I done got my funds up
Suddenly I talk rich
I keep it classy, I'm writing fire with my pinky up but never get it twisted, I'll flip it back when I seen enough
Switch in and out of flows, hydroponic rap
Been about my business, just listen and imma honor that
I smell blood, then the pressure's on, I'm on attack
I can't sleep while I'm hungry, that's why I gotta rap
I'm a hype insomniac
Flowing hypochondriac
Every waking moment I'm on it like I could die today
My mind is open, I verbally got it loaded, wingardium leviosa, I'm making these n***as fly away
Are you not entertained?
Gaining distance from the top of anybody my age
Competition really looking like the top of the game
So I'm gunning till I finish and the torch is exchanged, and
Flames coursing my veins
So it's easy for me to torch the delivery, I
Bring the heat & watch em wiggle like a centipede
Snatch a spine out and then display it as a centerpiece, marvel at the symmetry then crack it like a Hennessy
What I'm saying is, verbs got em contorted and now they are bending backwards to catch me but I'm the Jordan of my rap age bracket
De facto authority
Opposition stacked, I'm reacting accordingly
So I'm formally commandeering the beat
I'm comfortable in the lead, I'm not volunteering my seat, yo
This is what I used to practice autographs for
Making fans clap more, what you think I rap for
Still gotta give it to em how they want it, like

Uh
I don't need much to be happy so trust me when I say I don't say this solemnly: I have lost friends
Just for selling me short so I'm stacking my checks till my money's as tall as me twice
Now that I'm flexing they listening, everybody tryna approach me with all this advice
You can keep it
I don't need it

What?
Runnin it back
I'm killin n***as then I cover my acts
I'm going, going ghost after the summer then reappearing for the fun of the tracks and I'm
Gonna be back, and when I am, I'm submitting the game, I don't care if it tap, be aware of the fact that I'm coming to feast and the seats at the table are taken, I see the hatred, n***as is fighting for scraps, but no one fighting for the title
I'm tired of rappers expecting so much when them
N***as was dead on arrival
Uh
Wave riding got these n***as feeling so entitled
And it's leaving me without a rival but I'm still spitting for survival, yeah

Man, n***as ain't even really rappin no more! They just stuck out they thumb long enough to hitchhike a wave. Call me when n***as really start spittin again, man... VII