They said I couldn't rap like this

They see the kicks, and they inspired, they gon' match my fits

I put the chrome all on the tire, tryna match my rims

I got the stats, and I'm on top, so Ima rap like this

They said I couldn't rap like this

They see the kicks, and they inspired, they gon' match my fits

I put the chrome all on the tire, tryna match my rims

I got the stats, and I'm on top, so Ima rap like this

Tracy McGrady, droppin' magic on these wizards beats

A spur of the moment, it's the way I got these — beat

Thirty-three, I dueled your bar, your song is now my pity piece

A pity that these — think they made it when they ask for feats

I'm pushin' Rollies on my wrist and Off-White on my feet

I'm pushin' Goyard on my back, I'm back for your defeat

I'm back in action, callin' cameras how I'm spazzin' backwards

You trippin' off like you too wacked, you blackin' off the acid

I'm talkin' "closin' deals," you feel that I'm just yappin' fashion

I'm off the grid like Ye, I think I'll get my Master's after

My appetite is poor, my hunger's what they mashin' after

Your accolades and your awards is why I have this laughter

You see me speedin' down Magnolia

And driving fast, I press the gas, it's like ammonium

Stacks short now, but they get mighty like Napoleon

I came, I saw, I conquered, y'all are weak, I'm on petroleum

I'm gassed up

They said I couldn't rap like this

They see the kicks, and they inspired, they gon' match my fits

I put the chrome all on the tire, tryna match my rims

I got the stats, and I'm on top, so Ima rap like this

They said I couldn't rap like this

They see the kicks, and they inspired, they gon' match my fits

I put the chrome all on the tire, tryna match my rims

I got the stats, and I'm on top, so Ima rap like this

Imma get it in till I get what I came for

Rap like this, or you rap like J. Cole

Kanye hook game put me on the payroll

Whole Mobb Shook on the block like J-Lo

Key to the city racks sittin' in the safehold

DMVA: Pusha T on the payroll

Read out my streams, shit sound like a bank code

Say it out loud, they might hit us with a RICO

RICO-RICO

Where I go, she go

He gon' ride through the city with the seat low

All these directions sound like a cheat code

Up-Left-Right-Down Pause when the beat slow

Never will I stop when the rap what I breathe for

Half Court, Full Court, Three Point, Free Throw

Put me where you want, Imma lace that we don't, you don't,

She don't really wanna hear allat "Rap For Us," we won't

Underground Bass ringing all through the streets, so put me on whatever beat, imma kill ye slow

Hear it with the street hoes, hear it on the ringtones

See it on stage, but I'm not with the peace so

If you want beef, know I'm coming for your whole fucking family tree, bro

Call it what it is, they keep calling me evil

I just don't think so, you think I'm sweet though

I need all mine, the respect from the people

I need the mix and the master and "E Throw"

I want the podium stance and the East flow

I could just rap on this beat for a week, yo

I am the leader, so follow my lead, bro

I put my city on the map like I'm D Rose

I did this verse in 'bout 30, and we froze

I'm Winter Soldier, but I keep the heat close

They said I couldn't rap like this

They see the kicks, and they inspired, they gon' match my fits

I put the chrome all on the tire, tryna match my rims

I got the stats, and I'm on top, so Ima rap like this

They said I couldn't rap like this

They see the kicks, and they inspired, they gon' match my fits

I put the chrome all on the tire, tryna match my rims

I got the stats, and I'm on top, so Ima rap like this