Bitch I’ve been the realest my rhymes are simply killing
A feeling like I’m the illest these rappers attempting stealing
I’m repping a new flow I’m drinking and too gone
Stacking up a couple bottles I’ve emptied and you know

That I’m coming for necks I leave em wondered perplexed
I got the higher ground and swear I won’t be reading your texts
Triple what you’re worth it started in Rebirth
When I startеd up a toggle the pavemеnt’s about to topple

Matter of fact these fuckin rappers are wack
I’m packing up a stack of bricks that I be trapping I’m at
The fucking top of my game no cop’ll stop me today
No bop or thottie will remain the storm is coming our way

Illegitimate criminal little bitch you’re divisible
Break em up into a powder whittle down you ain’t fixable
Sly kid I’ll be taking your bid
When you’ll be betting I’ll be dead but I’ve been off the grid

Hands to the left hands to the right
And the place is only shaken as I’m spitting on the mic
Leave a party up in shambles and watching em try to scramble
Well it’s YCK and Knowledge you hearing and can’t handle

Call me sire
I preach to the choir
Till my throne melt in fire
He prone to have felt desire
Stone cold he done dealt entire
Rappers they finishing blow
Hand em they cheeks
Not standing the weak
His hands and his feet
Burn in the heat
Don't think he can keep this up
Fuck what yo opinion was
Friend got shot weeks ago they straight spilt innocent blood
Said he was innocent cuz
Hands in some cuffs
Think his sentence was
100 years in that mug
All my verses be killin em
All the real ones they be feelin em
Reading off problems like synonyms
Benadryl with the cinnamon
To reach the pinnacle of my high
Nuff said goodbye
JK I ain't done yet
Makin these bitches dumb wet
Clappin until the sunset
Havin all that fun sex
I ain't even cum yet

Hands to the left hands to the right
And the place is only shaken as I’m spitting on the mic
Leave a party up in shambles and watching em try to scramble
Well it’s YCK and Knowledge you hearing and can’t handle