[Hook:]

N***as be hattin', they talkin' they shit
Well fuck you bitch I got the juice, (yea)
My semi be bussing
It sound like a auction every time I hop in the booth, (bang)
I'm walking on water, I feel like a boss n***a
You can call me Jesus, (we lit)
These n***as got ghostwriters thinkin' that they the shit, but we all know the truth, (for real)
(2x)

[Verse 1:]

Fuck all my hatters and fuck all my ex's cuz I'm 'bout to hop in that coop
And I'm not gonna lie, I ain't no shooter, but I got some n***as that do
No flexin' and flashin'
I will go home write a hit, and I'm money dancing
They say my shit sound too perfect, cuz I be understanding and programming
I just be enhancing, no panamara, I am the most underrated
The lyrical lines for these bars got me snapping like I'm Thanos
They faded
I studied the mumble rappers but I couldn't even hear one thing that they saying
Oh you got better in a week, n***a that's just something called upgrading
This is my passion
Fuck all the pussy and n***a just gimmie the loot
Hop on the beat and go stupid, I just hit a lick
Nothing to prove
Gimmie the Grammy we lit
I got about 200 racks like I benefit
Like bitch I'm the shit
I'm the motherfucking Illist, I go out my way to go spit
Fuck ya lil diss
You ain't never seen a plantium album
Guess that's why they call you overrated, (facts)
You calling your manager, call your producer
Cuz you thinkin' that you got jaded, (facts)
A n***a got a couple screws loose, psychedelic thinkin' that it's you
But gimmie the pen and paper
Your career really 'bout to be ended
Like how is you feeling
Like why aren't you chillin'
You changing the channel, but seeing my lyrics
I never do cripping, I never do driveby's
And you steady dickeating wit' lies
And I told you I'm not fucking wit' the commotion
I pull this weapon then it's over
I rode over you ina Rover
A young boy taking ya bitch, I'm loving her down, Casanova, (shit)
I got some people that's proud of me
I got some n***as that's doubting me, feeling it's true
The feeling is neutral, killing these n***as in features
Almost like I'm learning Kung fu
You talking shit behind my back, and that's a fact
Why you all up on my gat
Dropping bodies like I'm going sicko mode
Cuz a n***a never rest, uh
I been doing this for ages
Feel like the greatest, I am the most underrated
Turning the papers, shooting my shot like I'm Steph Curry
Golden Stating
They said I wouldn't never be nobody
I'm gettin' this gwap
Now I can't see nobody
Don't you envy me for sorrys
You on dat fuck shit, he go a tardy

[Outro:]

N***as be hattin', they talking they shit
Well fuck you bitch I got the juice
Bitch I'm Reem Da Illist, water be drippin'
When I step up in the booth
Look at this bitch, look at this bitch
Look at, look at this bitch
Watch how I dip, do it it so quick
I'm 'bout to steal your bitch, yeah

Not done
Let me get on my eminem shit real quick

[The Ringer Verse:]

Welcome to the beast world
I just been a lyricist, I'm killing shit
I'm rocafella whippin' it, but it's been 10 years since like
You dropped a hit
Oh wait, my memory fading
Thinkin' I'm contemplating
Hope you catching these bars that I'm saying
Shit is diabolical, I'm mythological
Hang they bodies up on a white fence
That's how I'm feeling tho
Know a motherfucker is coming for you
What the fuck you gonna do
I'm sick of these fucking mumble rappers
All they do is autotune
Yea, but I been shinning like this
And they and they shinning like that
Talkin' some they trap-ing, but hold on wait
Take a breath, sending the missles, I don't play
(Underground), coming in hot like a Subway Train n***a
Feeling like I'm Rick James
And your shit's lame
On your CD, it got shit stains
On the window pane
Pussy's know that from the bottom I came
Never givin a fuck 'bout how they feeling
Jumping out the window, family told me to go kill em
Like I been vibing, and y'all been snitchin
Tekashi 6ix9ine, y'all n***as up in prision
Look, yall be trying to copy
My style and appearance, yall bandwagging
Trippin', (yuh yuh)
Get the fuck off my dick, all you blood
And you crips, (aye, aye aye)
Always being humble, never fumble, where I'm from
Up in London
They call me a young thug, never Young Thug
Bitch I'm Wale, I be wildin', I get it popping
Picture this as Star Trek
No, maybe a cypher
When I'm shooting thru your brains, you be thanking the Bible
Or maybe when you try to leave, you be wanting a diaper
I be telling you man up, you wanna retire
Killing you wit' the Beretta
Shady blood up on my sweater
I be feeling like I'm gunna
I'm your number one compeller
Wait

One last thing now 'for I go
Fuck up out my business, stop being Joe
Keep your fucking dyke away from, she a hoe
I'm really hoping that this damn single really blow

Aye aye
You already know how I'm coming