[ Interlude ]
I got a glorified, certified checkbook;
make them horrified.
I'm putting them to the side.
Your not the main meal, your a side dish.
I'm washing you, put you in the ditch.
Your screaming on high pitch.
You keep going off and on your shit, little bitch.
I learned to capitate the beast, I concentrate the feast.
I manifest the best, I'm never less.
Why you gotta press me? imma finesse.
Recall back to "Levels", I got a vendetta.
Your useless, doing nothing at homе, watching your novella.
Grab the umbrella, what a bеautiful caldera, mozzarella.
Your a Cinderella, I'm a operetta.
They pick me the weak link, even though, I carry the black ink.
My lyrics can make you think, it's a kink.
I'm sick, your in sync.
I don't focus on you, your just a binge watch.
The reason you remember me is because I keep coming through like Deja Vu.
So now I'm going through, to you.
You know I'm about it, I'm 'bout to land it.
Make you sit, don't throw a fit.
Throw you in the pit, I'm gonna slit-
Fuck this, I'm leaving this on suspense.
I'm hanging you off a cliff, cliffhanger.