(Intro:)
I  done seen a lot of shit happenin’
Worship  worthless rappers, and the fandom never ends
Portray yourself in way more than just a trend
Curtains up, cut the act
But  in fact, check the stats cause you ain’t intact (God Damn!)

(Verse  1:)
Fiends of the rap game
Comin’  up with no name
Nah bitch, we ain’t the same
Forget the line of fame cause you make it rain
While I bring the sun right after
Bringin’  out rainbows, cause I’m sky high like one of them masters
He said ‘I Love It’ but it’s just another catastrophe
You people listen to garbage, but if you ask me
Shit’s itchin’ my brain, so can you just scratch it please?
I write a ton of proper raps at ease, and your girl’s just like your raps; the last to-please
And I’m actually on a roll
Yes I know your pockets are swole
But all you "rappers" sound the same, so it’s just a bunch of fuckin' riches you stole
I strive to be one of the greats like cole
‘For Whom The Bell Tolls’
Hear the bells chime, cause I play the center role
Shootin’ shots around the world, like I’m motherfuckin' Interpol
(Chorus:)
Turn up the bass
Turn up the snare
Ad libs too
But you turn down the voice
Turn down the words
And for what dude?
Tryna stay relevant?
Ahh fuck, for the hell of it
You gon’ be history, motherfucker it's time to reminisce

(Verse 2:)
Shit’s illusive to the people
And intrusive to my eardrums
You gon’ be boostin’ on your stereos
Ah, here we go
Cause I really don’t agree
Your song’s a virus cuz that shit spreads like a disease
But it infects everyone, and fucks up the peace
Copies: sellin’ em
Constant release: same trap shit
Fuck off please
I may seem butt-hurt or stubborn cause I don’t accept what rap’s come to
But I'm just stating the facts, so all of you are welcome to approach
Need a lyrical coach?
Cause at most
You got like two words per sentence
The rest is mumbled offenses
Better attend this class cause my lyrics complex
Cause I’m inspired by the best
Lookin like I got a degree in literature
Come here, and let me scribble at your attempts at rap
Cause like your name: you’re a lil' miniature
God damn it, I need a minute, you’re givin’ me a migraine
Hurtin my brain
Followin’ trap trains
Bitch what about me?
Ay, my lyricism got me feelin' cynical but I don't know what the fuck it is that you’re so hyped about that you typed aloud
Cause I'm gonna decipher routes that’ll make all of these bitches scream and shout
Cause while you’re a lil' pumped at this like you’re a playboy
I'm feeling disgusted by how you spend your money on lil' yacht toys
Cause while he goes to clubs, me goes to wake em up
Cause I got six nines on my checks
Weighin’ pounds, hey what’s next?
Get aroused when you flex
Gettin’ savage with this text cause I'm about to win this bet
You know you’re all set
When I’m done recordin’ motherfucker I’m off set (Offset!)
(Chorus:)
Turn up the bass
Turn up the snare
Ad libs too
But you turn down the voice
Turn down the words
And for what dude?
Tryna stay relevant?
Ahh fuck, for the hell of it (God Damn!)
You gon’ be history, motherfucker it's time to reminisce