Fuck them mediocres at the back, you're a snowball,

Got too many probs, fuck your phone calls.

You ain't really got nothing to prove, fuck your idols,

I'm a Jaintia making moves, I'm a tribal.

Bitch, if the mass knows me,

Guess I ain't low key,

Everybody mad, I'm on a high note, see.

Believe what I utter,

Preach like no other,

See through the bluffer,

Me, I'm the prodigy,

I ain't giving no fucks.

Fuck a diss track, bitch, I wouldn't diss back if I got it from a pussy like you,

Bitches with no drive think they got the wider vision, listen, you ain't got the rear view.

I'm winter every season, ice cold,

When I'm speaking, I don't want none of you bitches up close.

You thought I was just a sideshow?

Well, I think the critics might know.

I do it best,

I'm at the crest,

I've resurrected,

Please, this is too easy,

Bitch, I go beast on the beat,

Cease to retreat,

We on the lead,

I'm of a breed rare,

But they venerate clones.

You wait till you discover how to gravitate the mass, then you gain traction (they call it attraction).

Know that shit I don't consider, you ain't even gotta ask, that ain't satisfaction.

Bitch with a dumb brain,

So mundane and bleak like a Monday,

I put an end to the weak, bloody Sunday,

Can't unsay, you should've known it's a one-way.

No sunray, make it rain like monsoon,

Kill like cyanide, no cartoon,

You can see the end when I come through.