Ayo, yeah
Welcome to the feast, call a priest
In the belly of the beast, y’all delicate as geese
This shit ain’t for everybody; pure facts
Cats focus more on Snapchat than they tracks
It’s a goddamn shame
And I’m seasoned enough, so fuck salt
Put respect on my name
Industry snakes want a piece of my delivery
I don’t trust a motherfucking word like Hillary
Uh, one time for all my felons
Pimp, who you telling get more ass than Ellen
The Life of Bravo, TLOB
Puts some OTs sipping VSOP
When I spit, bitch, feel my pain
Bird brains call strain, trying to steal my range
Oh man, she wanna be a star
Can’t sing, can’t act, can’t dance, so she gotta play the flute
Rappers think they cute
Before you shoot
I’mma slap these kids around like a gorilla in a zoo
From Cali to the Shire, the Cinnati to Dubai
They recognise worldwide
This is mighty high, motherfucker, uh-huh