God Damn

Niggas plateau Get complacent Wonder where the cash went Scramble for the next pop Then fade to black like an outro Whoa Little close to home? Well I'm planning invasions You tired? I'm patient You pacing? I'm sprinting Bracing for impact Straight through the ceiling Lee so revealing My heart on my tank top I'll kill em all With this beat for the backdrop Hold your applause I got flaws I'll address em She dropping the draws Then I'm dropping her off God damn, God god damn Lee Batson what you do to that man? God damn, God god damn Lee Batson is the man with the plan God damn, God god damn Lee Batson what you do to that man? God damn, God god damn Lee Batson is the man with the plan They saying you a killer Lee say it ain't so I can feel it in my toes You been one with the earth Came from humble beginnings Wanna die worth a billion Pass it to my children The least I could do Cant have a bitch take the most outta me Cant lend my voice. You expect it for free? Don't do verses for favors I need yo fans and some dollars If I cant get both then nigga don't holler $200 a stanza $50 a quote I know my worth Tryna fill up a boat Cant carry a note But they gone still sing along Quality control leads to crowd control I mean that's a simple path for the sea of dropouts Drop tracks like a hot plate I'm cooking up So many verses ep looking like character select Got passed up Now they thumbing through the manual Checking out my combos Studying my finisher Leeroy the punisher All black attire My concerts a funeral Ain't nothing fun about sizing up ya idols Can't be my rivals cause I have no equal Batson Say the word turn yo to a speck of dust Dyson Dad said Dice em up, my son Let the suns rays, turn remains into raisins If I ain't the best, hit rewind I got patience God damn, God god damn Lee Batson what you do to that man? God damn, God god damn Lee Batson is the man with the plan God damn, God god damn Lee Batson what you do to that man? God damn, God god damn Lee Batson is the man with the plan