[Verse 1]

You think you cooking with sauce? Your delivery getting reckless
Put your knives to the side so I can show you who the chef is
Check this, message, uh
Flex and be beheaded
Abetting a band of bandits, we handing heads to the medics, uh
Victory flawless, I think your mimicry's flattering
Take a shot with these syllables, leave your memories splattering
Spitting this verse as hearse, I rehearsed and reversed to hurt, if it hit your head when it's heard, then in turn I can say it worked
I learned that determined worth isn't perfect but how it's earned is in purpose, I'm stinging squares, I'm Steve Irwining Urkels
Funeral invitations in cursive, I'm so well-mannered
You think you David, I'm Bruce, I'm not entertaining this banter/Banner
You can see the city in me, I don't need a Jersey
I'm a west side native, seamlessly splitting cadence, unheedingly raising energy into me like a seance, or maybe I meant like Saiyans... Either way the spirit bomb! I don't fear the competition lyrical magician, rap track David Blaine, that fact doesn't change, I just pack raps in my brain so I can spit automatic, it's almost a habit, I rap about action, they rap about rapping I'm actually making a lane and casually making a change, I mean
I don't see how they could hurt me
I don't know why I would ever show mercy
I do not see them, I do not worry, I am myopic, vision is blurry, but I can see what's in front of me
And it isn't a chain and 100 Gs
And it isn't a name and a face that I cannot direct
Only to say I been counting up checks
My bars are a part of me, I as an artist am part of the art and the artistry isn't as far from the heart as it oughta be probably, honestly it doesn't bother me
Cuz I can't see nobody stopping me, step after step I'm ascending the monarchy, stepping on the necks of different honorees, checking under steps for them to honor me, and
Maybe patiently waiting to dominate's a mistake that my composition's intended to compensate for, or
Maybe visions of rising beyond the field of my vision to feel the fission's exactly what I awaited
My greatness will be realized, like it or not
They say I need to chill, clearly they don't like that I'm hot
I'm circulating hate every time I'm writing a lot, but vitals aside, I seem to be the life of the block
They loved me at lows, but hate to see my rise to the top, I'm fighting a lot, but pressure can't decide when I stop, I got a
Bit of a habit, causing minor things to end cuz I'm into making waves, and not into making friends
I'll be, spitting this villainous militance till I end, when everyone knows my name and I'm chilling with millions

Not from rap though. Like... I'm not tryna make no money from this at all, g. Honestly. But... if you listening to this and you wanna pay me, you can... you know what I'm saying, hit my Paypal, shoot me an email, we could just do it on the low, you know what I'm saying? So I don't look like a sellout

But nah, for real

[Verse 2]

I'm the coldest spitting under 6' till I'm 6' deep, put that on the whole family
Can he be stopped, he who cannot be bought? They say money makes the sinning easy, I accept my sentence freely
But if this penmanship introduces my penance, I hope it's because beginning to end, I stayed the same
And did it how I intended while penning extended venomous sentences leaving VII imprinted across the game, if it change me, hang me, and erase my masters, trash this, then wipe your memory of it right after, cuz I, possess the bars resultant of any charge, pen a penitentiary with every time I draft this magic
Bound to the crown for life, I need a wedding ring, call it Frank's Red Hot, I put that on everything