[Verse 1]
Why the fuck you stressin you know It ain't good to live that way
I ain't worried bout a thing cause I will lose my life someday
Anyway, I'm still makin moves I know you see my now
Flyin to the moon I never lose, so I ain't comin down

I just take the time I got and run with it no lookin back
Don't look up keep lookin down, if it's me your walkin past
Pussy boy start walkin fast, shut your fuckin mouth don't say a word bout me
I will find you out you fuckin rat

I will take you to the future leave your body in the past
Kick my feet up on the dash, got the blade up on my lap
Used to be the lonely one now I got friends that got my back
Basket cases basket casin put you in a body bag

If you still don't think I'm goin in then you must be on crack
You're fuckin whack so I don't give a fuck about you or your tracks
About any of your mixtapes, or about your favorite rappers
Bitch I bet that I not only match em but I can surpass em

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