I got mob ties

I'm on some gangster shit

But I got paste

I'm 'bout to cop a cause and Banksy print

This my third round

I am never done

"Stop being a bitch"

My response to everyone

All living on borrowed time

Time won't heal, you're all dead

Might as well say you're a blood

When I think of you, I see all red

I'm going for it, I'm going for it

In sixth gear, I'm in full force

Pull up right to the airport

Knock the bitch out of his Air Force

Couple of rappers at home talking shit

But they know, that don't mean shit to me

They're not respecting me

Soon as I'm home? They got no balls

Like they all had vasectomies

Shouldn't of pushed me and left me alone

Where they just glad to come for my throne

Now these demons are back in my dome

Don't think I won't set a fire to your home

Killed shit for so long

It get's to the point you hate fame

So I sat back for a few years

Let a bunch of fuck boys take the reigns

I don't wine, don't complain

I'm still insane but I'm focusing

Just have to rap and my competition starts shrugging their shoulders hopelessly

Got fucked up for like three years

And man put so much dope in me

Then took some time to recuperate

And still there's nobody as dope as me

I was a king, boy

Then I just vanished

Then I got hungry

Now I am famished

Now we gon' see it, boy

How much you can manage

I'm fuckin' you up, boy

Structural damage

Hip-hop was gettin' dead to me

Was gettin' dead to me, was gettin' very tired

But now I'm back and I'm very hype

I'm spreadin' fast like a prairie fire

Look at all these rappers dressing bummy

Look at how they wear attire

I'm verified

This stupid dumb bitch ass needs a verifier

I said, "Well, there's a possibility to get that action"

And I told her, "Suck my dick until my head collapses"

They won't see me coming

I'm a patient beast

These dudes act tough but all homos like it's Ancient Greece

Demons, I gotta fight

A whole football team inside

I've learned how to just be chill

And I just smile, but I scream inside

Got nightmares

I scare myself so much at night, I got white hairs

I'll kick back while I act cool

And I plot to kill, I don't fight fair

One AK, two GLOCK-9s

One 38 and a knife here

Gave 'em all time to catch up

And I'm still ahead by lightyears

I was a king, boy

Then I just vanished

Then I got hungry

Now I am famished

Now we gon' see it, boy

How much you can manage

I'm fuckin' you up, boy

Structural damage