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Vanity must be at maximum, actually

Thinking that I would be yapping bout them

When consistently spazzing on records I barely got time for duets

To address em and laugh at it

Who do they think they is? What is the narrative?

3 digit listeners, nobody care bout you

Cloaking don't fix what you're missing in character

You cannot lean on me, I will not carry you

Scrimmaging, building my armamentarium

Running back thoughts that you foster like Arian

What you see as ocean is an aquarium

Hoping you're big fish, 'cause I'm pescatarian

Got no faith in your smoke, pastafarian

Running up on number one, I will bury him

Hoping he dumb 'cause I'm Darin' Em

Fair one or shut up, 'cause gossip embarrassing

Guess you were always a bitch, Mrs. Garrison

One strike too many, so now there's no sparing him

On the spot, if I see him it's a wrap

Feel the Wrath of Khan, like I got tech from Tartarians

There's no comparison, these parables have them perishing

What they're not seeing clearly is that they should fear

That I no longer care for them

You've got no impulse control at all

Fake as the characters that you draw

Couldn't believe when I got the call

Never be Krillin 'cause you would show Chi-Chi your Dragon Balls

Biting my style like a moth

Raid will send you to a tomb, Lara Croft

This ain't a rock, it's a Molotov

And I ain't hiding hands, I'm waving at y'all

Richard talkin' riches but his wallet anorexic

Peter shows expected, unsolicited, pathetic

Predator tales, nah, that's shame not scars

Registry brand you, permanent bars

Creep-ass clown, beggin' for ma glance

Consent said "no," still pulled down your pants

You ain't a creator, just lurk, you wait

Thinkin' genius gon' drip, truth it ain't

Emptier than bottles that you drain on the low

Call yourself a man, but receipts say no

Dollar menu math, but 6you toast with kings?

Liver writing letters while your phone still rings

Closet full of sneakers? Coffins in rows

Souls stacked high, but no story grows

Hell got your GPS, no escape

Grim Reaper waitin' this locked yo fate

You've got no impulse control at all

Fake as the characters that you draw

Couldn't believe when I got the call

Never be Krillin 'cause you would show Chi-Chi your Dragon Balls

Biting my style like a moth

Raid will send you to a tomb, Lara Croft

This ain't a rock, it's a Molotov

And I ain't hiding hands, I'm waving at y'all

Habitual line stepper, being honest, already expected it

If you're looking for a piece of shit, he's perfected it

No need for scripts or directing him, irrelevant

I'm the main character, cut you out of the scene and embarrass you

Got a big head on yourself, but the only time you got ahead was when I carried you

These shoes are for you, so go lace 'em up

You're like Jordan in baseball, no air at all

When around you all we smelling is bullshit

Got that disinfectant, bars on aerosol

When I wasn't there you didn't care so prepare all your troops

'Cause the roof I'm gon' tear it off

All alone, insight fear like a Terror Squad

Causing shade by your own hand, parasol