Shit I'm leveled up, call it Super Saiyan
Back at the beat, I been hungry waitin
My stomach empty, boutta fix a plate
And get to slashin lines like the caine you takin
Up yo nose straight in your brain
Hear me bounce around like the bass is bangin
Been real as f*ck from the jump, I stuck
Don't recognize, bitch you must be fakin
(You fakin)
How can I lose?
(Nah)
I'm cocky but this is the proof
(Ay Ay)
You talkin' to who?
(Said what?)
I know it ain't me, better move
(Ok)
F*ck out my way 'fore I flip to the old me and cock it wit nothin to lose
Promised my mama nem that I was done wit the bangin but you bout to trigger the fuse
No f*ck that
Won't let you get to me
Ain't gonna bust back
My epiphany
Take trust back, kill the enemies
Ain't gonna sit back, nah, you gotta deal with me
I'm up in your face and you callin' to god, but i'm nearest breathin deity
Therapist callin me crazy, I'm loosin the cannon, the blowback gone throw me to Italy
Look now I got a bone to pick
Fake friends bein short, Gary Coleman shit
Maybe go Alinity, start exposin shit
Harry Potter part 9, you a golden snitch
Better yet, 6ix9ine, you a broken bitch
I'ma dip out shoot for the stars, that's it
Brand new tings on a brand new ship
Call me Picard, I'ma blow you to bits
Motorboat those tits, on ya bitch, no thing
Want a record label? No shit, that's lame
Boutta go it independent like a Tech, that's Strange
Finna break your neck for the set, that's gang
Snatch yo bitch from my bed, that's range
F*ckin on her mom, same day, thats dank
Fantasy shit, I been layin the flames
And I never miss a target, Deadshot, BANG
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Shit I'm leveled up, call it Super Saiyan
Back at the beat, I been hungry waitin
My stomach empty, boutta fix a plate
And get to slashin lines like the caine you takin
Up yo nose straight in your brain
Hear me bounce around like the bass is bangin
Been real as f*ck from the jump, I stuck
Don't recognize, bitch you must be fakin
(You fakin)
How can I lose?
(Nah)
I'm cocky but this is the proof
(Ay Ay)
You talkin' to who?
(Said what?)
I know it ain't me, better move
(Ok)
F*ck out my way 'fore I flip to the old me and cock it wit nothin to lose
Promised my mama nem that I was done wit the bangin but you bout to trigger the fuse
No f*ck that
Won't let you get to me
Ain't gonna bust back
My epiphany
Take trust back, kill the enemies
Ain't gonna sit back, nah, you gotta deal with me
I'm up in your face and you callin' to god, but i'm nearest breathin deity
Therapist callin me crazy, I'm loosin the cannon, the blowback gone throw me to Italy
Look now I got a bone to pick
Fake friends bein short, Gary Coleman shit
Maybe go Alinity, start exposin shit
Harry Potter part 9, you a golden snitch
Better yet, 6ix9ine, you a broken bitch
I'ma dip out shoot for the stars, that's it
Brand new tings on a brand new ship
Call me Picard, I'ma blow you to bits
Motorboat those tits, on ya bitch, no thing
Want a record label? No shit, that's lame
Boutta go it independent like a Tech, that's Strange
Finna break your neck for the set, that's gang
Snatch yo bitch from my bed, that's range
F*ckin on her mom, same day, thats dank
Fantasy shit, I been layin the flames
And I never miss a target, Deadshot, BANG
Back at the beat, I been hungry waitin
My stomach empty, boutta fix a plate
And get to slashin lines like the caine you takin
Up yo nose straight in your brain
Hear me bounce around like the bass is bangin
Been real as f*ck from the jump, I stuck
Don't recognize, bitch you must be fakin
(You fakin)
How can I lose?
(Nah)
I'm cocky but this is the proof
(Ay Ay)
You talkin' to who?
(Said what?)
I know it ain't me, better move
(Ok)
F*ck out my way 'fore I flip to the old me and cock it wit nothin to lose
Promised my mama nem that I was done wit the bangin but you bout to trigger the fuse
No f*ck that
Won't let you get to me
Ain't gonna bust back
My epiphany
Take trust back, kill the enemies
Ain't gonna sit back, nah, you gotta deal with me
I'm up in your face and you callin' to god, but i'm nearest breathin deity
Therapist callin me crazy, I'm loosin the cannon, the blowback gone throw me to Italy
Look now I got a bone to pick
Fake friends bein short, Gary Coleman shit
Maybe go Alinity, start exposin shit
Harry Potter part 9, you a golden snitch
Better yet, 6ix9ine, you a broken bitch
I'ma dip out shoot for the stars, that's it
Brand new tings on a brand new ship
Call me Picard, I'ma blow you to bits
Motorboat those tits, on ya bitch, no thing
Want a record label? No shit, that's lame
Boutta go it independent like a Tech, that's Strange
Finna break your neck for the set, that's gang
Snatch yo bitch from my bed, that's range
F*ckin on her mom, same day, thats dank
Fantasy shit, I been layin the flames
And I never miss a target, Deadshot, BANG
Writer: Vladimir Korkov
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid