[Pre-Hook]
They think they’re fly well swat them
Chilling I think they got them
You pissed away, but persist each day, I guess you hit the bottom
Your motto to stay blotto
I must’ve struck the lotto
Pot the piss in, I got to living, didn’t have Jack like I’m Chrissy (Ayyy)
Everybody sees you for who you are
So don’t come at me like Khalifa
[Hook]
Bitch, watch that tone
Pop meds in the juicer, turn to stone
You tried using your head but you still ain’t blown
Leave you there crying on your own
Be a man, lose your queen you ain’t no drone
So shut up bitch and watch that tone
[Verse 1]
Ok mic check 1-2
3 and 4, you don’t know what you’ve stepped to
Half as good in this game, you play connect two
Shit’s easy at the top I select this view (ooh)
Your takes are subjective view
Mine are objective, the accepted view (OK)
I’m an intrepid man, you can’t come around
You’re all square almost as if you drew
I lead the pack I’ve aced it
Going all in this ante, raised it
I could pick any pack and find four of a kind of you
I’m unique, a royal flush, you can’t take the rhymes on you
You stumble over the beat and I glide onto
They say they ill they’re lying kings, but I leave them scarred like pirates
Slick as rick, you downloading, aspired
This flow guess I inspire ya’s
To be me, you see me?
On this mic I become the world’s 8th wonder
Step to me like divorced parents, you 6 feet under
I got tired during the day but it’s still light so went to a different time zone
Meanwhile you’re still stuck trying to rhyme bright you studying rhymezone
Like Fetty Wap, the only one I know
To spiral out of control like a cyclone
When you hurry and cane pills there’s slight hope
You could take me then realise you’ve tried though
Your ships sinking, there’s no lifeboat
Right so
Host the biggest event ever and I might show
Still I’m the master and the main title, like a slideshow (skrrt)
[Pre-Hook]
They think they’re fly well swat them
Chilling I think they got them
You pissed away, but persist each day, I guess you hit the bottom
Your motto to stay blotto
I must’ve struck the lotto
Pot the piss in, I got to living, didn’t have Jack like I’m Chrissy (Ayyy)
Everybody sees you for who you are
So don’t come at me like Khalifa
[Hook]
Bitch, watch that tone
Pop meds in the juicer, turn to stone
You tried using your head but you still ain’t blown
Leave you there crying on your own
Be a man, lose your queen you ain’t no drone
So shut up bitch and watch that tone
[Verse 2]
You never guess by day three where I was
I was in a programme, you the cause
Your music got me on 24/7 watch
They think I’ll kill myself, cower on
Only I could do an anti-suicide class
Kill myself by day three and still I pass
Meanwhile you can’t humour with laughing gas
That you on the freeway I just passed?
That you in top fifty I just passed?
Run the charts with these lines and bars, I graft
You only graft when pies on the table, you fat fuck
Fortunes down, look at me wrong, that’s bad luck
The illest things you think you can’t say
Are used by me as filler bars or a throwaway
Despite the man needing babysitting, Aunt May
He couldn’t spin a web on computers, Amiga range (OK)
[Pre-Hook]
They think they’re fly well swat them
Chilling I think they got them
You pissed away, but persist each day, I guess you hit the bottom
Your motto to stay blotto
I must’ve struck the lotto
Pot the piss in, I got to living, didn’t have Jack like I’m Chrissy (Ayyy)
Everybody sees you for who you are
So don’t come at me like Khalifa
I said, everybody sees you for who you are
So don’t come at me like Khalifa
[Hook]
Bitch, watch that tone
Pop meds in the juicer, turn to stone
You tried using your head but you still ain’t blown
Leave you there crying on your own
Be a man, lose your queen you ain’t no drone
So shut up bitch and watch that tone
[Verse 3]
I tell you break a leg while you meet your cast
Snipe your knee cap, snap that shit in half
Get some bad bitches right over to my gaff
Give me neck all night long, no giraffe (ayy)
This is where I start to feel like you should realise
I ain’t no delight, you Ian Beele like
I’m Mike Tyson as you weep like, you finally know this is real life
Fuck sake this just feels right
Everyone knows you for the pussy you are
So don’t come at me like Khalifa
[Hook]
Bitch, watch that tone
Pop meds in the juicer, turn to stone
You tried using your head but you still ain’t blown
Leave you there crying on your own
Be a man, lose your queen you ain’t no drone
So shut up bitch and watch that tone
