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(Oh-no, the boy is on a roll
Reaching for his goal
Wow-wow-wow
Man you f*cking with the best, the best
Better show respect)
Ah
(The boy ain't gonna fold)
Lo-Fi Lenny on the motherf*cking beat
(Wow-wow-wow
Know I don't forget)
Yah, yah
(Somebody getting checked)
Yah
I started off with free styling over DMX instrumentals
Now I treat it like a game of Deadpool, without the act from Ryan Reynolds
I walk up in the studio with my axe ready
To cut heads in my black and red flannel (Ha-ha)
I dismantle body limbs, like the police tried when beating Rodney King unconscious
Yet, they still claim the system runs flawless
Man f*ck you, explain that to all the kings who have fallen
To all the hollow-tip filled bodies, closed in a coffin
You know to somebody, somewhere, that shit means profit (Ah)
They want people to pick up the gun, load it and cock it
So let's go to Afghanistan, some people still don't understand
The pain, the blood shed on blood money by corporations
Yet we still focus on Ted Bundy (Ah)
'Cause most of us don't give a f*ck about them
Not giving a f*ck about a human life, to put it bluntly
So f*ck it, I'm just a Hip-Hop junkie, treating these rappers roughly
A lot of tough talk but you's a bitch inside
I can make you bleed for a week and I can do it monthly (Ha-ha)
I'm hungry so back off, unless you wanna fill a body bag in my catalogue
You can't f*ck with me, if you pop an Adderall
It's not a sprint, it's a marathon, bitch
But if you talk shit, I'll be glad to respond
Oh-no, the boy is on a roll
He came up from the bottom, now he reaching for his goal (Goal)
Wow-wow-wow, man you f*cking with the best
You don't need to like me, but you better show respect, 'cause
Oh-no, the boy ain't gonna fold
He will come and get you, if you put him in a hole (Hole)
Wow-wow-wow, man just know I don't forget (Ah)
I don't f*ck around, man, somebody getting checked (Ugh)
These bitches ain't gotta talk to me man, I know I'm cute
I hit the booth and blackout like Black Thought in The Roots
I'm on a big bag pursuit (Ha-ha)
I go so hard in the studio, my girl steady cooking me soup
I out-rap your whole group (Ugh)
G shit like Ice Cube, I got some attitude
I'm praying to the Hip-Hop gods, the way I'm killing MC's
I'm a radical, I'm an extremist (Woo)
Been vocal ever since I came out the fetus, kicking raps in my room
It got my mom really heated, but
I know my f*cking purpose, I know what I came here for (Ah)
I know my target, I know what I'm aiming for
I studied the greats, who came before me
Corny motherf*ckers steady talking shit about me, like
I ain't gonna pick the pen up
I ain't gonna rap circles around your head
Till your bitch is fed up with you, man, I'm serious (Ha-ha)
We gotta get our bread up and get our own like cafeteria
So now I'm fully invested, every night
I'm working like a light house till my skill is perfected
So I can be seen from miles out, man
I'm danger in this rap shit, every verse I write
I put a ribbon on after I wrap it
It's Naison
Oh-no, the boy is on a roll
He came up from the bottom, now he reaching for his goal (Goal)
Wow-wow-wow, man you f*cking with the best
You don't need to like me, but you better show respect, 'cause
Oh-no, the boy ain't gonna fold
He will come and get you, if you put him in a hole (Hole)
Wow-wow-wow, man just know I don't forget (Ah)
I don't f*ck around, man, somebody getting checked (Ugh)
I don't f*ck around, man, I don't f*ck, I don't f*ck
I don't f*ck around, man, somebody getting checked