[Intro]
Yo big up Novelist for the beat
You shoulda never let me get a hold of this
And shoutout to [?]
My dargs

[Verse 1]
It's no competition with me
No hesitation, ripping MC
If it's a clash, I won't even state those bars
I'll just straight diss him and leave
Fish in the sea
The biggest is me
Don't claim that you're a vicious MC
You sound like every other guy and your bars put me to sleep like medicinal weed
Additionally, you're not a G
Stop speaking 'bout clips or a key
I know people that will check if you back those
I'm over here just sipping my tea
Kissing my teeth
You be a fool to sleep on my creativity
I can still make peoples head bop if I did a remix of Disney's Under The Sea
Humble like me
I'm the king of the jungle MC's
I can kill a great white shark with a punch
And my words alone can just bumble a bee
Stumbling please
You'll never catch me slipping
My direction is west for the Smithson
If I ever get lost, I'll put the clip in
Live it, shoot that shoot that
Competition, who's that who's that
I'm the best, I've proved that proved that
Wanna clash me, you will lose that lose that
I'm past that
I'm looking where the cash at
So show me where the stash at
I'm tryna be a class act
Tryna make money off this music shit and not put on the [?]
And I don't never chat crap
I don't waste bars talking 'bout how ass clap
I'd rather talk about the downward and Nasdaq
But people rather hear how a blast straps
I'm tryna be intelligent
Ask me about things that's relevant
Like how the police might shoot me down 'cause my melanin
My time I'm ahead of it
And I really can't get too deep I might lose you
So stay close to me like a Bluetooth
You'll hear hella shit you ain't used to
I'm telepathic like Mewtwo
You can't turn away, you press replay
On my bars, and think to yourself
Wow this guy, is better than all of my favourite stars
[Bridge]
Dem dem man [?]
Don't want it with Quick Tempa
I stole that bar from Lyrical Strally
It fit right in like Jenga
Dem dem man [?]
Don't want it with Quick Tempa
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
So sick of hearing these bros on the track
Say you got two two two's in a sec
If you make big moves, and he's blowing the track
Why can't he put his lil crew on the map
Why can't he get some new shoes
The truth is
It's a new era, [?] is whack
Fake stories consuming the raps
Looking for glory, ain't proving the facts
Part time thug, you just choosing at that
But if you get in the beep, you got me moving and that
Saying he's sorry, like [?]
You don't know 'bout Charlie, you're loosing and that
I never had to front I'm a fool with the raps
If you try me, you be a fool with a smack
I never had to front I'm a fool with a strap
Know any day you be loosing your cap
Blow (Blow)