I feel no good in hearing
It’s a warning sign for you
Before we eradicate ya’ll
The caliber of the greats, yeah
We put this barricade on ya
Has a habit To turn rap into a sucking
Inhibiting rhymes and poems
When I used to cry and go home
So you can not fight with God
AJ calling, I ain't picking the phone
Man you need mint to get your ass in the zone
Half of the world's going down
I'm gaining laughs and grudges
You packing clips in your bag
And acting like you Drake
I'm dissing people everyday cuz I know that shit worth it
Alone like a calf in the ocean
After I dismantle your ass and pass to my brother
A snitch!, so you probably a serpent
Yo Daniel gotta a fanny pack
With lady dress and a faded past
Like Pa-trick CC tryna explain that
If those funny faces are real
Or shave ya head and buy a car
You’re thrift shop Ludacris
Cardi B with auto-tune please somebody help her
And those guys with "lil" prefix they can't handle
I've been spitting Iike I am vandal, entangled
Gonna kill in the same manner
I feel no good in hearing
It’s a warning sign for you
Before we eradicate ya’ll
The caliber of the greats, yeah
We put this barricade on ya
Lyrical shenanigans, copying young Travis then
All of you manikins, the inorganic ones
Cuz y’all machines & ain’t rapping sons
No different styles, smoking perp & jacking on
The picture of Lil Yachty & 21 savage though
Look at my automatic flow
Waka Flow can suck my dick, it ain’t tragic ho
It’s like Quavo, learn how to smack a girl
It’s a fantastic warmth, in fact it cause
So Cardi B can sit & have a blow (haha)
Michelangelo, see my hammer blow
As I cement my name in a Slim manner so
I get my acid load in alpha gamma form
I dont need you talking shit cuz if you think you’re rocking it then sock it in your fucking eye before I come front boxing it (SPEED)
It’s a therapy and it’s dangerous, don’t ya anger us, we’ll bankrupt you in a minute
If you mess with us, exchangeable
For better ones, it includes you too
Emiway and the gang of Uranians
Imma turn you now in corpse
Button zip your pants up it ain’t Revolt
Smoking journalist can’t even show
The fucking balls at the awards
I’ll give 3 tips to ya so now you absorb
When I come to aggressive rhyming
And my expressive writing
That reminds me that I’m assigning
Your arse to dying, cause your music ain’t inspiring, don’t get Earl to write for you
That’s finding gold like Cole the miner
And I’m so tired of you yanking 5 things
How could it be exciting combining a couple of lines that don’t even rhyme and
Those mime things you do oh while you driving
Do the linings, off for flying, just whining
Stop crying sucker I can’t hear words
I mean better get richer or just die trying (G-Unit)
It ain’t surprising you wear those diamonds
Cause kid like things that are shining
And it reminds me that I’m cold finely (ICY)
And I ain’t signing off anytime soon
Now double time when I rhyme this bitch
Now the cases of faces ain’t naked
I Jason their wasted traces of (rap)
Educate some basics like using phrases instead of faeces and naked Vegas
Abrasive like Lil Tracy on bennies
Nil words on pages good gracious
Don’t agitate here is your saviour
Who stares the death in its face