One minute's been given

My pen and my pencil been itching for killing but ain't had no reason

Been sleeping, I'm dreaming up scenes of myself as the king of this rap shit

Going so batshit

Eggs that I'm dropping this easter, been hatching a plan

And these funds that I'm dropping are soon to recoup

With wings imma swoop 'cause my throat is so fly

Shoot up your body then it's up to the sky

I'm never outside 'cause my brain is so tricky, shit's wicked

I passed on a label trying to treat me like Baby

You rock with my shit or I'll kick off your dick

Everyone knows I get better with time

That's the way that Dyme shines, just look at these rhymes

I'm tired of proving that y'all's will always be second to mine

So get in my line, bitch

I'm sick in the head but never hit Sudafed

ICE that I like is me shooting at feds

20 to life and I'll serve that with pleasure

My purpose in life is to send y'all to heaven

I'm sick in the head but I never hit Sudafed

ICE that I like is me shooting at feds

20 to life and I'll serve that with pleasure

My purpose in life is to send 'em to heaven