Death Note

Yeah Pew Yeah, ayy I was always ready though, Joe Pesci with the flow Gettin' dome, home alone with ya ex, probably givin' chromosomes Im just gettin' what I came for, yeah, I'm gone but I came more Never home, that's the gang, boy I was waitin' in the wings, yeah I been patient in this thing, yeah Now I'm klepto with the flow-oh I'm just takin' everything, yeah They be hatin' on the kid, yeah Makin' statements yo they sing, yeah But they never hit a C-note, I just see notes with they name, damn Why the fuck I go crazy? yeah Yo' girlfriend wanna date me, yeah Doin' 80 in Mercedes yeah, they all dick ridin' now Same people back then was tryna' play me, yeah Fuck is y'all really sayin' to me? Life's a game and I'm playing for keeps They pop shit but I'm prayin' we meet, yeah 'Cause they talk a lot of shit I don't see like that Man, I don't think that he like that? How come he never come at me like that? Since like '03, I rap In the West street, where the heat got clapped At Mike's crib, ain't have beats, like Mom I'll be right back Tryna be Mike Jack, tryna be like Hov, tryna be like Em Tryna be like both, got two blonde twins so to me, that's Olsen Gotta ease back off him Fore I bring that coffin I don't blink that often, got fire in my eyes Got ash in my jeans, getting higher than the sky A Mariah in the ride I'll retire when I die, yeah You put a sub on the Internet I'll fuck yo' bitch to The Internet Was probably gettin' too intimate I think I'm probably too into it I think I'm actually crazy This shit just not a gimmick, yeah I do not know what a limit is I go Picasso on every sketch No I.D. gave me advice, what's the intention? You gettin' attention or is you takin' your time? But I do the race when I rhyme I don't see a stop sign, cannot stop firing, I'ma cock iron yeah They don't really want smoke, they'd probably choke Tell 'em stop lyin', yeah I'm a fever, no I'm Caesar, no a C4 When I blow you gon' see four shadows of Hiroshim', dawg I'm a Beamer, you a hoopty Drop my old bitch, she a groupie Still ten toes, two feet, down like a roofie Got a round for a goofy, outta town, I feel loopy I don't sleep, I chase two dreams, mine and the whole team No the home team, you a cheerleader Bitch, I'm a career eater I don't even really care either, in the rap game now And I still can't find a peer if we measured by a fair meter I been fuckin' all these hoes that frontin' they got amnesia now But I don't need her like I need more the Selena type I'm just tryna pull up in the fur that get PETA tight, word Flow disgusting, I'm sicker than drinkin' Robitussin With lead in red soda cups and probably put a hole in stomachs You already know who run it, rappers I been Cobra clutchin' I never crack, shout out to Lamar but I don't owe them nothing I never left though, I'm lefty so at 27 if I see the front of Heaven Tell 'em that I rep though, from the East to the West Coast Anyone who want can get more They know who the coldest Bitch, I wrote this in a death note, yeah