(Hey, Rossy)
This not gonna be like that old shit
This that new shit
Flip the script
Go back to front
I spit with wit
Will crack you up
You hit the rig
You hack a lung
My vision big
You lacking one (One, one)
Flip the script
Go back to front
I spit with wit
Will crack you up
You hit the rig
You hack a lung
My vision big
You lacking one (You don't have one)
Been rapping rhythms since the hair on my chest
Y'all scared of what's next (Y'all ain't ready)
Stare into my lyrics, and it's clear I'm obsessed (It's pretty clear)
I don't think you've ever had to bury a friend
Checked the prints with Hungarian Red
Read into my raps
That's authoritarian trend
Set the trend with poison ink
Cause terror with my pen
Side of fries and burger from McDonald's
That's your supper
Why should I have heard ya song?
My dog will bark and get some numbers (Woof, woof)
Flyest guy-I'm on your block
Might be your friends, but we some brothers
Shot a cracker on the spot
For daily quota, need another
My words an elevator
I just leveled up
So see ya later
Hello to the haters
They're everywhere, so be aware
Devil true spectator
Never touch the players-there to scare
Rebel really rhyming
Feeling like a viral narrator
I think of why I do this (Why?)
Ever since I heard The Blueprint (The Blueprint)
Couldn't stop the music
Knock you out like LL Cool did
Blow some doe, bro
I ain't foolish
I'm not gonna rap like you did (Like you did)
This gonna be that new shit (That new shit)
This gonna be that new shit (New shit)
I think of why I do this (Why?)
Ever since I heard the FOOD shit (the FOOD shit)
The classic tape that DOOM did (that DOOM did)
The urge to rap ain't lose it (Ain't lose it)
Blowing O's in stus while dudes spit (While dudes spit)
I'm not gonna rap like you did (Like you did)
This gonna be that new shit, uh (New shit)
This gonna be that new shit, uh (New shit)