(Uh, yeah)

I'm going in with my bat up on my waist

See these people acting different when I'm with them face-to-face

Yeah, I needed some beats but fuck a lease I'm licensing the Wav

And she pissed off, ever since she heard the shit that I've been making

1-2-1-2, 1-2-1-2, I'm coming smooth, I'm on this new shit, true shit

Not much left to prove, shit, I scrapped an album twice

I'm on my don't got much to lose, shit, I'm four years deep

I'm on my not much left to do shit

But fuck if I know, cause I'm not one for writing the side notes

See the whole crowd of people getting mad and wanting my dough

I don't care about the verse that took you two years to release

Cause I'm a motherfucking beast, I'll leave your beat and team deceased

I don't need an album, bitch, I'm dropping all my unreleased

All these minute-long songs, and not afraid to let them speak for me, damn

Yeah, I'll make ten more of these songs before any of y'all challenge me

How I got less streams than Young ***? That shit's a fallacy

Pro-engineers, but ain't no talent, see I'm changing-

Nah, nah fuck it, I'm- I-

It's over, okay, I'm done