Too strong, too lethal, too fly

Too skilled, too sexy, too high

Too mental, two pencils, one line

Dual wielder

Who killed the Top 5

Channeling my energy, moved up

And trialed every allergy I had to make a cut

Viral or whatever, my fingers still blistered up

And even if I never blow

I’ll beat you to the punch

Every adversary

Think you cursing me

Personally

Ain’t occurred that these rappers

Words been inferred

As a victim of lacking, thirst

For this money

I know you came

From the cloth of a fuckin’ doe

While I bear the mark of a lion

Disguised as fuckin’ crow

Circling death

I’m looking two steps ahead

Every move you made calculated three times in my head

Teeing off, screaming fore

With a ball made of lead

And I got lasers on your sweater

Rappers hang from a thread

Loot your body and disassemble your limbs in a box I sent to the door of your fuckin’ house

I ain’t filling no shoes, tryna blow up like them

Be a human rocket ship, I got C4 in my Timbs

And I’m flying

Oh shit

Tell ‘em again

I’m just

Too strong, too lethal, too fly

Too skilled, too sexy, too high

Too mental, two pencils, one line

Dual wielder

Who killed the Top 5

And I got my radar on you go like

De de de de

Then I go fire

Doo doo doo

And I won’t lie

You bitch ran

Choo choos

Till they went

Coo coo

Bounce that ass like

Fu fu

Ahh

Any chance gone

Doo doo

Ride

If they didn’t get it

Tell ‘em read between the lines

I kill this shit

While I’m blowing up like a

Rocket ship

Offing these rappers

Look in they eyes like I was an

Oculus

Industry dominated

I’m artifice

Can’t debate em

My status, cadence and style been has imitated verbatim

I came to bury these lames in a pool of blood I’m crusading

So just remember my name under “Greatest” as annotations

I turn these rappers to dust, had to catch ‘em through carbon dating

You either with or against me I’m dropping my ultimatum

Let ‘em know

Turn this whole career

To a land slide

Tide

Coming down

Loose

Bullets on the sand bar

Food in my tummy

I been feeding on this cancer

Game need a chemo

Call up me to kill these rap stars

Rapping like I’m Black Star

Whipping in my black car

Watching as they cap hard

Funnel from the trap stars

Sell ‘em all a real deal

With the build steel

And seal fresh

Underground rapper

With the skill to conceal death

Too many

Too many

Too many

Too many

Lies

Too many

Posers

Too many

Cries

Too many

Rappers

Too many flies

Too many

Tryna get a pool yard

And a prize

I could prolly

Kill these rappers with my hands behind my back

Know every second

That I’m here I’m busy planning my attack

My speech is instrumental

I could kill these pussies with a clap

I only know rapping, drinking, smoking, fucking and for that

I’m finna go

Uh

Crazy for sure

Life or death, never KD

My ratio 1 and 0

Baby want me on paid to win

Thinking I come from dough

But they know I’m a broke

Rapper with dreams of silver and gold

Jealousy take your mind

Confidence you may find

Rapping my heart on 10

And it started catching on fire

Life from the bottom

Who would die for the block

If you wanna be on the album

Better jump on my… uh

Too strong, too lethal, too fly

Too skilled, too sexy, too high

Too mental, two pencils, one line

Dual wielder

Who killed the Top 5

Death is the deposition

Therefore my laser on kings and know that I’m never missing

Moment the omen I bring is always a black spot

On the back of my hip I’m holding a black glock

And it’s got notches for every rappers I have not

Heard or seen of, in fear they seeing my face drop

And If I see you tomorrow it’ll be cause we homies

And if you don’t it’s already late to try dodge

I had to move with my merits

Proving I am great

Dreaming of United States, touring the UK

And you k never tell ‘em I ain’t ok

Cause I’m better than the rest tryna own clay

Cassius, mic till I crafting my own vase

True story when I’m big

I was so blaze

For 22 years they blind now they so glaze

And they tripping cuz I’m rapping on my own name

Too strong, too lethal, too fly

Too skilled, too sexy, too high

Too mental, two pencils, one line

Dual wielder

Who killed the Top…