| This that shit that blow the speakers out your Honda Civic |
| The type of shit that make your doctor wanna rob the clinic |
| The type of sound to make your preacher wanna pop a clip in |
| Just to get it crackin' with the ones who got a problem with it |
| I know that they concerned, watchin' as the tables turn |
| And my favorite haters losin' faith like a vacant church |
| I spit lines, I gotta leave 'em with fatal burns |
| Everytime I hit 'em with a sentence, case adjourned |
| I’m like a demon with the Mark of the Beast |
| We in the building, I make you bitches park in the street |
| Know my words are all weapons, I’ve been armed to the teeth |
| Spittin' rhymes so clean, it’s like I’m gargling bleach |
| How they speakin' on my names been despicable |
| Hustle 'til I get it fam, that’s always been the ritual |
| Profits ain’t divisible, there’s physical and digital |
| And if you see me split 'em, what you’re witnessin' is biblical |
| I been in a mood, lately I been feelin' dangerous |
| Feel like any minute I’m about to go buck |
| Walk into the room, you can tell I’m feelin' anxious |
| If you don’t want a problem better shut the fuck up |
| And I’m talkin' 'bout right now |
| Pump up the volume, 'cause I don’t wanna hear about shit |
| Bitch I’m talkin' 'bout right now |
| Pump up the volume, 'cause all I wanna do is get lit |
| These other rappers can’t compete, they know my words are lethal |
| I got the gas, studio smell like I’m burnin' diesel |
| But certain people hear the rhymes and think I worship evil |
| You crave for something this dope you got to purchase needles |
| 'Cause I’m on the rise, will never decline, they wanna defeat the prophet |
| But I’m on the grind, and livin' divine, they know that my team is poppin' |
| They fallin' behind, they’re low on they pride, they wanna deplete my pockets |
| You comin' for mine, you’ll never survive, so tell 'em proceed with caution |
| Y’all couldn’t get on my level, not on your best day |
| Bitch Ive been a dawg, got the fire like |
| Y’all do not comprende, I pull up like a sensei |
| Leave your dome leakin' like a motherfuckin' sex tape |
| So I’ll be grindin' 'til my crews in the morgue |
| This games a battlefield, I’m 'bout to send my troops into war |
| We takin' everything you got like an abusive divorce |
| Then make it rain to be consumed by the storm |
| Come on |
| I been in a mood, lately I been feelin' dangerous |
| Feel like any minute I’m about to go buck |
| Walk into the room, you can tell I’m feelin' anxious |
| If you don’t want a problem better shut the fuck up |
| And I’m talkin' 'bout right now |
| Pump up the volume, 'cause I don’t wanna hear about shit |
| Bitch I’m talkin' 'bout right now |
| Pump up the volume, 'cause all I wanna do is get lit |