This ain't even take me a long time (It's Mickey)

This like

I think like three days of work or somethin' like that

I was doin' taxes in the middle of that shit

You know, sendin' out 1099s and everything

Not payin' taxes, but

For my employees, **** (We got a plague to start, ****)

You dead, bruh (Oh)

You sent True Foe five hundred to do a dummy mission? (What?)

You should've treated him to brunch 'cause his stomach twisted

We waited day and night, he had Kid Cudi with him

What a victim, Foe should've never trusted your buddy system

You losin' weight, ****? (What?), you got a drug addiction? (Man)

I see some subtle symptoms (I do)

It's fuckin' up your rhythm somethin' vicious (Yeah)

I'm Bud Spencer mixed with Sonny Liston, every punch is vivid

Uppercut his wisdom tooth into his head, should I become a brain surgeon or a fuckin' dentist?

You tellin' the truth is like pullin' teeth with some cuttin' scissors

And your dumb decisions (Rrah), stretch 'em and blast 'em

Cops say, "What happened?" He told me to text 'em and ask 'em

I don't care about Chaz ties, he's gettin' chastised

Give him black eyes like the last guy

Then get him baptized by a rabbi (Come on)

I tore a soul 'cause of that cash prize

That ship of lies you got gettin' capsized

I'm that vibe (Yeah)

Franchise player who can't die

And stand tall, this **** stand by like he can't fly (Woo)

When you battled SB in the streets for your damn pride (What?)

I was out in Asia tryna read a Japan sign

The passport stamp dry, twenty-two-hour flight (Yeah)

Can't compare our life (Nah), mine is Twin Tower height

I get my flowers from my peers, you just get your flour white

The powder might get him empowered, but that's the coward type (Yeah)

Here's a power strike (Yeah), reroute your site

Have you blind, now you can't see what your web browser like

I was like sixteen when I first found a mic

Now I got a school, I'm livin' that Doogie Howser life

You lookin' sick around your face, you okay? How's your life?

That's why you start a space every time you down to fight

Nobody can crowd the space when you start shoutin', right?

Your numbers ain't outer space, you barely get a thousand likes

Well, Hector did, but the comments off, that's soundin' right

The people had you mad as hell, called 'em bots, you not as bright

Engagement through the arguin' would have the views outta sight

But your ego driven and deaf, well, here's some sound advice

Last year, I told you hype videos was 'bout to spike

You said I'm lyin' and Millz buyin' a lotta light

Then you drop, now it all matters because you chartin', right?

We not alike, this **** happy about a drop of hype

Millz was on Billboard, my name is on artist hit records like real songs

Your name is on battle-rap matches where you still lost

You never had a deal, dog (Never), your career is stillborn

I feel for 'em, I'm 'bout to make a film on 'em

I'ma beat Verb

This is just a proverb, nobody wanna be Verb

Nobody wanna add Verb, nobody wanna see Verb

Spaces is his echo chamber, we callin' it reverb

You sold fake chains in the mall, this was pre-Verb

Along with belts and cheap cologne, he 'bout to be curved

This is what you deserve, ****, I was disturbed

You mixin' coke with ecstasy? That's why you think you emerged?

I pull up to the spot in a clean fur, the freaks purr

Warrior who was an elite spur, I'm Steve Kerr

Use your accent for my rants, you thinkin' you we curr?

Went from a noun to a pronoun 'cause he's her (Factz)