Y'all mother fuckers need to wake up
Sorry not sorry, stop sleeping on me
Bitches are getting squinty eyed like they're cheifing, only
I do not oppose these silly acts with no lack of sleep
My verses equipped to cause a couple million casualties
Homies at the back of me, we ready for war
Listen, you are not prepared, I swing a much heavier sword
Throwing massive weight like Thor, slaying MCs til I'm sore
If you haven't heard before, homie, my name's at the core
Of this rap game
I'm aerial, y'all are just a flat plain
Your burial's comin, my career is in the fast lane
Takin' out the trash, reign terror on these past-lames
Never mind that, sane as ever with a mass aim
Loading dope rhyme shells in an AK
Vacate the main space or stay placed for mayday
Your work is like melee versus my grade-A tank
Could not give less fucks if my genitals went away
Making stable tracks to dupe these hoes
People underestimated til the truth be told
I'm killing most of MCs with this loose leaf flow
Flukey goals. Who, me? No
I'm in my prime, ain't no turning back
Rollin up a J, 'bout to be burning that
I'm killing all these tracks, where my earnings at?
'Cause Viarritz is the shit, best be learning that
Ya bitch