[Part I]

[Verse]
Them super powers gettin' neutralized, I can only watch in silence
The voice artist we once knew is lookin’ paranoid and now is spiralin'
You're movin’ just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful
I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle
Fabricatin' stories on the family front, 'cause you heard Mr. Morale
A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell them lies on you now
You're not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of bеing accepted
Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU nеver had been your collection
I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em
I can double down on that line, but spare you this time
Random acts of kindness
Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too
But don’t tell no lie about me, and I won’t tell truths 'bout you

[Part II]

[Intro]
(Shoo, shoo, shoo)
(Shoo, shoo, shoo)
Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay
Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay
Thinkin' about no reaper, n***a, I’m reapin' what I sow, okay
Benjamin and a Jackson's all in my house like I'm Joe, okay
Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by a throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought the money, the power, the fame would make you go away?
Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, n***a, let's play
Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?
Have you ever paid five hundred thou' like to an open case?
Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight
I hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody die, they turn into nuns
Hop online, "Pray for my city"
He fakin' for likes and digital hugs
Daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, must've forgot the shit that they done
Dementia must run in his family, get shaky
I'll park his son
The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way
I didn't point down enough
Today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes
Somebody had said that you got a ring, God, I'm ready to double the wage
I'd rather do that than let a Canadian n***a make Pac turn in his grave
Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted
What is it? The braids?
I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay
It's three GOATs left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage
I love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh
It's nothin' nobody can tell me
I don't wanna talk on no celly
You know I got language barriers
It's no accent you can sell me
Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish n***a, the crown is heavy
I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly
I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef
Ayy, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T
You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me
He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet
We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade
You should keep it that way
Know some shit about n***as, make Gunna Wunna look like a saint
Ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest
Always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that—
You thought, you want that feature request, you know that we got some shit
I even hate when you say the word
Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta get—
Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed
Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and there won't be no threat
I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, where is the man? I ain't seen him yet
Give me Tupac ring back, and I might give you a little respect
Remember? Ayy, Top Dawg
Crush my middle name, and still, they walk around with that—
I don't like when you— only you like bein'
Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a— hold up
[Verse 2]
Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with?
Crush my middle name, and you walked outta that plane, bitch
I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein' famous
Yachty can't give you no swag neither
I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang with
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress
Surprised you wanted that feature request, you know that we got some shit to address
I even hate when you say the word "n***a," that's just me, I guess
Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be—
Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed
Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, it won't be no threat
I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? I ain't seen him yet
Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? (Bet)
When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches
I believe you don't like women, real competition, you might pop ass with 'em
Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with ya
You were signed to a n***a that's signed to a n***a that was said he was signed to—
Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record?
Oh, what? You ain't—
"Back To Back," I—
I'ma get back to that, for the record
Why would I turn around, tryna run on n***as?
Y'all thinkin' my life is—
That's ho shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout—
Wakin' him up (Know nothin' 'bout that)
Then makin' him pray (Know nothin' 'bout that)
Then givin' him truth to walk through life like day by day (Know nothin' 'bout that)
Teachin' him code, and honor, and discipline, listen, man, you don't know nothin' 'bout that
Givin' him truth, tell him what God's considerin' (You don't know nothin' 'bout that)
Ain't twenty-v-one, it's one-v-twenty if I gotta smack n***as that write with you
Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clean 'em out too, tell BEAM that he better stay right with you
Am I battlin' ghost or AI?
N***a feelin' like Joel Osteen
Funny, he was in a film called A.I
And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him
I'ma blick n***as all in they coffin
Yeah, OV-ho n***as is dick rider
They run to America to imitate heritage
They can't imitate this violence
What I learned, these n***as don't like the West Coast
And I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it
Pick a n***a off one at a time with it
We can be on a two-hour time difference
Don't speak on the family
It can get deep in your family, crodie
Talk about me and my family, crodie?
Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodie
I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and a blammy
Tell me you're cheesin', fam
We can do this right now on the camera
Ayy, fuck y'all n***as, I don't trust y'all n***as
I wave one finger and thump y'all n***as like—
Field goal, punt y'all n***as, they punk y'all n***as, nobody never took my food
Whoever that's fuckin' with him
And fuck the industry too
If you take it there, I'm takin' it further
That's something you don't wanna do
[Outro]
We don't wanna hear you say—
We don't wanna hear you say—