Karoshi

If you want a record I'm the engine N'Golo Kante Goal Zone Feel like I'm the only one with hope, Solo Struggle at the door so Hard to get my footing Now I'm on the torso T-shirts and the bookings Brag about the hardest work that you don't even put in Even pudding's harder than the work that you don't even put in Russia mothafucker out my territory, Vlady Putin Puttin' people in they place since I was hiding kush in cushions I forgot her name, so baby wouldn't lemme put my wood in She just lubricate the tip and then she blow me like a woodwind Who the fuck you think you is I will jump you and your kids Eat and people want a piece I keep my gun inside my fridge Bitch, I'm hungry as it gets Said it was, and now it is I dont pass the fire, baby only cum inside my crib, like I say I rap and people think that it's a joke, joke, joke, joke, joke, joke So I used to try and keep it on the low, low, low, low, low, low Now the scret's out and everybody know, know, know, know, know They'll be laughin at me 'til the day I blow, blow, blow If I ever fuckin' blow, blow, blow, blow Unload the day's stress with a slow breath Pussy fairies gettin' gone, I just go n' get Trap rapper ass backwards in a cold sweat 'Cause my sound check be more rowdy than your whole set I kill the game, so my shawty smokin Tried to rip apart my heart, but thot, it's already broken Posse growing, so the bandwagon fillin up quickly Reserve ya spot today cause pretty soon the party's closing Token omnipotent All the homies going "holy smoke" 'cause on the day that I was blown, a God was chosen Everybody follow me because I follow omens Hide your bitches, I got more game than Ronaldo's coaches Had to pave a way and make an individual Staying plain and safe had made me go insane and miserable Moving so silent that I'm basically invisible Brain so strong that I'm breakin' the invincible Makin' a militia, who willing to bleed for me Buzzing, ain't nobody 'round me that don't need the bee I think you heard about a different party homie, 'cause we headed to 5th Avenue You're on your way to Easy Street People talk to me as if I was sane As if I'm normal tryna tell me I should buy me a chain, listen I don't glisten, I got ice in my veins I'mma go down swingin' and never get a strike to my name, it's human I say I rap and people think that it's a joke, joke, joke, joke, joke, joke So I used to try and keep it on the low, low, low, low, low, low Now the scret's out and everybody know, know, know, know, know They'll be laughin at me 'til the day I blow, blow, blow If I ever fuckin' blow, blow, blow, blow