[Chorus: CusaX]
So, lemme get it straight, hoe
Before I irritate, yo
Not up for debate, so
Get the fuck out of my face, know
Your motherfuckin' place
Tryna win at life like it's a motherfuckin' race, bro
You think this is okay? No
I shouldn't have to say so
[Verse 1: Embis]
Imagine that we in the booth, one to one, face to face (Yeah)
Place a gun right in the room, now wonderin' your fate today (Oh no)
Most would prob'ly cower and they shove the gun and stay away (They do)
Less of us with power, they say fuck, untuck it, spray your face
Even if I couldn't muster up the stuff to play that game (Yeah)
I'd grab that fuckin' pistol and then bust it up my temple
And then sucker punch your mental for I'd ever let you take my place! (Bitch)
This is with the pencil, not no guns, I gotta lay the way
Goin' insane, cold and deranged, no one is safe
Blow in the game, smoke come your way, smolder and flame
Hold all the weight, shoulders in pain
Holdin' a colt for the gang, now you soakin' and sulkin' in shame
Was it worth it for the moments of praise? You never go broke for a change, you'd rather just load up the chamber (Why?)
Don't need no lexapro, I'm a lexical professional, already a lexi-pro!
You bitches wanna die then I will promise you next to go! (Bitch)
Destroy your whole career with a few rhymes and a messy flow!
I say stay tuned, you bitches in for an impressive show
[Chorus: CusaX]
So, lemme get it straight, hoe
Before I irritate, yo
Not up for debate, so
Get the fuck out of my face, know
Your motherfuckin' place
Tryna win at life like its a motherfuckin' race, bro
You think this is okay? No
I shouldn't have to say so
[Verse 2: CusaX]
Got a fuckin' issue then you take it up with me
If you spot me on a copy of a fuckin' magazine
Not a fire arm but a fire verse, you're entire army's
Getting smoked out, they on high alert, sure
I'm a rapper to the people of the planet
No wonder I'm discarded, not charting so I'm demanding
A seat at the table or I'ma be something fatal
For the sake of the label, we don't have to slang out no yayo
I'm the messiah but multiply any Christ by ten
I walk on water and stages and got a mic, so then
I talk a lot but never change when the light's so dim
I light a bonfire, on fire writing again
It's the pinnacle of my attack mode, finna go into the back road
If you have got a vendetta, I recommend
Putting it down 'fore a cap goes off
Like a barrage, think about takin' a bite to the jaw
I'm gonna fuck up this industry whether you like it or not
You heard it all before, you're gonna hear it all again!
You wanna shut my open doors? I'm gonna pull the fuckin' pin!
We got a problem, gonna resolve it, not opposition, I'm an accomplice
I do the right thing with a mic since I was rappin' for some ice and Fuckin' likes and like a bison, I will buffalo to suffice and
Fuckin' tie ends from a psycho using my pen, I'm a titan
I may go fast as Usain Bolt, my payload is lighter than ever
Light as a feather, so I got the say
[Chorus: CusaX]
So, lemme get it straight, hoe
Before I irritate, yo
Not up for debate, so
Get the fuck out of my face, know
Your motherfuckin' place
Tryna win at life like its a motherfuckin' race, bro
You think this is okay? No
I shouldn't have to say
So, lemme get it straight, hoe
Before I irritate, yo
Not up for debate, so
Get the fuck out of my face, know
Your motherfuckin' place
Tryna win at life like its a motherfuckin' race, bro
You think this is okay? No
I shouldn't have to say so
