Yeah I'm feeling real Wayne in 07

Now lil bitch, I grip the mic like it's a lethal weapon

I never settled for less, just had to learn my lesson

Fuckin' with me one day, the next they be second guessing

Now they looking for a mention or some damn attention

Told you once and told you twice, now where's your comprehension

Better stay up off this mic before I spit reflections

Give a fuck about your high, bitch this is my ascension

And my dimension

I'm floating through these galaxies and charging up my batteries to let loose on these lil bastards

Out here tryna crack the code I won't give out the password

Used to be the student then I grew into the master

Do this with my eyes closed while I'm walking backwards

Spinning through these cyclones, try to watch the pattern

I said, this the shit I'm destined for

Just killin' these sessions bruh

Murda murda murda on the mic, I'm who they sending for

Cause all these ass rappers just be sucking more than seven whores

Set the score

What the fuck they even tryna network for?

It's me the cold killa

And who the fuck you know got a flow that go sicker?

Get so high that the air go thinner

And it ain't my fault, just born a cold sinner

Uh, wolf fang fist, I hit a bitch where it hurt

Run up on you, get you for ya shoes and ya shirt

Go get the shovels and dig yourself some dirt

Cause if you fuckin' with the kid then that shit'll get you murked

Get on the mic now I hit them with a one, two

I done mastered all this shit, I'm doing kung fu

All you fuckers fickle, I would never trust you

It ain't my fault you suck, bitch fuck you

Yeah

Bitch fuck you

Yeah

Bitch, yeah