How do I start the story?

I'm killing everybody and that's the end of the story

No apologies, but y'all **** are sorry

A father **** didn't even have to take into Maury, they know

Let's see, people ignore you whenever you rumble but can't wait til they can see you stumble

Their face boil when you start to bubble

The jealousy be too hard to conceal so I stay surrounded with real

People that have shit going sour, they not gonna' cower then duck off like they don't know you

But they all forgiven, I'm tryna change how I'm living

I put my foot in this shit, so that's why this shit tasting different

It's finger-licking good, I been cooking like Harden after a basket on all these bastards

Wrist going stupid, shit, I spit going mucus

What I clean next gonna have them sign us, it's not for debate

Like I said, I been in the kitchen so go ahead and let that marinate

Oh, you thought I was finished?

You would think that culinary is a part of my image

Still I plan to give them hell in the kitchen like Ramsay

With the pinky up like I'm fancy

See, I'm the **** they all aspire to be

It's only **** who be rapping like they full of all this drive that be the ones that constantly say that they tired of me

But it's whatever

My circle smaller, the bigger the opportunities start to present themselves now

I'm only out here just tryna impress myself now

Cause people going to expectations that be unrealistic

It's like if you ain't platinum then they not gon' listen

If your neck don't look like a disco ball then they not gon' chance it

Your album trash if they play it and find it hard to dance with

That's why I love every single time **** play my shit

They say how it helped them make it through situations when noone was there but my music was an escape

That's why I always write from a place that you can relate

Cause I be tryna make people feel shit

Life hands us the cards and it's up to us that we deal with them

And being back with the fam got me inspired in ways hard to explain

And girls get way less interesting as I age

Cause once you figure out how they work and you got purpose

And status above the average, you switch up your apparatus

A magnet for the most of the world's baddest, it be a blessing and a curse for me

I wish I could dead it, bring up a hearse for me

So many to employ, but none of them work for me

Maybe I need a new heart

Maybe I need a new start

Maybe I need to backtrack

Maybe I need the girl I used to fuck with up in math class

It's gon' be funny if she ever even hear this verse and hit me in the DMs like "I heard your little song" or whatever

You know how girls be talking

Dancing like Kodak in all of my Kodaks

Cause they don't wanna see me winning and trust me, I know that

Wouldn't wanna see me winning either, I'm full of ether

They afraid that all this gas will turn me something lethal

This just the prequel but I'm already writing the sequel

None of you **** and I will ever, ever be equal