Beats Keep Callin

I'm the best ever

I'm the most brutal and most vicious and most ruthless champion there's ever been

There's no one can stop me

Lennox is a conqueror? No, I'm Alexander, he's no Alexander, I'm the best ever

There's never been anybody as ruthless

I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey, there's no one like me, I'm from their cloth

There's no one that could match me

My style is impetuous

My defense is impregnable

And I'm just ferocious, I want your heart

This that "your career's over" flow, for real, this ain't four-wheelin', roll with coke, heroin, 'caine

Bone chillin', cold with no feelings

Bangin' dope dealin' Hov and No Ceilings Wayne

Uh, started out like Nas, shoot gun, heavy is the head with the crown

Slaughterhouse, my mind's two tons

Hardest out, like John Q's son

And everything you say greasy and made up like a piece of cheesesteak

And everything I say come natural in this thing of beauty, like Alicia Keys' face

How can I be hated in the streets, when I'm on even on my off day?

I'm creative when it's beef, while you throw salt, I'm your baby mama and them, new salt bae

I'll assault they, à la carte tray

Molotov through your restaurant window

Mr. Hyde, Dr. Jekyll, Nickel Nine, Ricky Grimes, I'm Sylvester Mindbender

Uh, I spark fours that'll arch floors, that'll have whoever acting hardcore, doing parkour

I'ma dog 'porter, brought the dog for, recording harsh thoughts for the art form

Taking me to your elite, is like Showing Chuck Norris where a glass door is

While I'm just tryna stay outta jail, last war I stay strapped for it

Y'all can run while the gat's blowin'

And if I miss yo' ass, then I guess you Saved by the Bell, like Zack Morris (Woo)

I'm on bando time, when I ride through cities

Before my time R.I.P. Bobby Krissy, or Bobby, Whitney, flow K-Ci, JoJo Let the Tech N9ne go KC, MO., bro

I don't stand my ground, I just demolish ****

Simple, you against me? You ain't ridin' wit' me

Bitch, not only do I kiss and tell

I'm Orlando Brown when I describe them titties

I'm the rubberband man, but I do more than count bands

Fuck sippin' forty ounces, I'm sober out here

Fucking hos, like 40-ounce Van

****, I'm Pusha T doing quiet numbers, gettin' silent money, I'll retire from it

I don't dress loud, I throw the flyness on it

Let the labels talk and Desiigner mumble, like Donald Trump

Throwin' money, hitting everybody and they Auntie up

Tryna to find someone to come perform for me, 'fore I fuck the whole entire country up

I'm the first one gunnin', last one runnin', too enlightened for a check, woo (Yeah)

Any rapper that want it, I'm Wack 100, invite 'em to a scrap, woo (Yeah)

I narrow down shit the Farrakhan way

You can find me anywhere the crime wave

I'm Schwarzenegger, you Sarah Conner and your favorite rapper act like Eric Andre

Ryan's still alive, played nice, 'cause the drama still flies

Even when you shoot your little Uzi vertical in broad day, like you still tryna kill God

I'm French kissing with a "bitch you" mentality, voodoo and como talle vous

While I'm hula hoopin' dollars for that snarly tooth

My future look like juju in a body suit

When you **** gon' admit it? That I'm better than the youngins, that I'm better than the legends

Never did I dumb it down or did I settle, I'm Rick the Ruler in every different measure

I ain't just the R, I'm every different letter

I can give your chick eleven inches if she let me get the leverage

I can be President, if hip-hop would just, let me switch endeavors

And I'm just having an open workout in Heaven, tryna get me a good sweat

I'm Jae Millz looking up at the sky like, "Ayo B.I.G, am I good yet?"

When you a fiend for the rhythm and the beats just keep callin' ya

They keep callin' ya

They keep callin'

When it's hard to understand me, 'cause my jaws keeps lockin'

My parents keep callin'

The Lord keeps watchin'

I'm standing on the corner with my boys, beat boxin'

And anywhere I go, all of these whores be jockin'

The dogs keep barkin', at the top dog

They already lost it, ****, it's a lost cause

I remember when I had to pawn all my jewelry

Was so embarrassed by the help that no one offered to me

Zonin' off the bottle, we only taught to fight back

We only talk survival, walking home, we just might scrap

All we did was write raps, tryna get so drunk

Had to get my sight back, product of the old gun

Made some bad decisions so early on in the process

I had people out to get me, my album wasn't even out yet

I'm talking 'bout the self-proclaimed "King of Detroit"

I seen some people reaching they dreams, some people destroy it

I seen people die at the hands of the violence of man

Seen people shot out the sky, being fly as they can

Seen 'em split the pie up and Pam sniff her entire two grams

Slippin' now, we in your crib to tie up your fam

'Cause it's hard to really focus when you're tryna stack for ya'

Lawyers, with those in power tryna blackball ya'

It's hard to find employers like accountants that's loyal

With those who told ya' they adore tryna backdoor ya'

You ain't on-point 'doe, one minute, you popping trunks

Next minute, you happy man, next minute, you sloppy drunk

Every January 1st, the ball keeps droppin'

And I'm just celebrating it at the mall, we shoppin'

Celebrating friendships, "Bro" this, "Cuz" that

"Fam" this, "Borrow" that, "Loyal" this, "Trust" that

Comas after comas that were alcohol induced

If I ain't wake up from 'em, I won't ask what y'all would do

When it's hard to understand me 'cause my jaws keeps lockin'

My parents keep callin'

The Lord keeps watchin'

I'm standing on the corner with my boys, beat boxin'

And anywhere I go, all of these whores be jockin'

I had to bite down, bite down

A **** had to bite down, bite down

All I could do was bite down, bite down, down

Bite down, bite down, I had to

Hundred yard dash through the hood, talkin' money runs

Using that money counter, getting rid of them funny ones

You know 'dem ones, too wrinkled to go in them slot machines

Throw 'em on the titty bar floor to lower a thot esteem

You could be the hottest thing and still have the wrong team

Sometimes to see the bigger picture, you need a wider screen

I got the arm out the black beatle, beatin' the drum

Mannequin challenging whole families, viva la drunk

It's Nickel Season, the fever's begun

I'm savage, even though my tat issa knife, I'm keeping a gun

Loaded cartridges, stolen cars with the Lowenharts

Rip the game apart and you are not worthy, like Wayne & Garth

By now, my life's so righteous, I don't even sleep with groupies

I move like that **** Spike Lee when he was Mookie

Back in high school, I really clowned

I said, "I'd Do the Right Thing, if Rosie let me ice cube them titties now"

But this is realer than movie depictions

What you **** know 'bout making a move in a beef, and truly committin'?

It ain't no squashin' it after you push a certain button

Make sure everything under your lip cut and your shirt is tucked in

Burning your beard away with Magic Shave

COs friskin' your pregnant bitch, turning your kids away, thataway

That'll in a shallow grave, casualty of a cabaret

Daughter callin' some wack **** "Daddy", at movie matinees

Even when we deal with Saturdays, my children still know that

I don't want another man's cheap-ass ways on my doormat

And anything I do from legal to illegal, I do this shit the ski mask way

Like I'm Lil' Kodak