Rhyme tenacity

Brevity blasphemy

Speed

Greed

Need for a sedative

Still competitive

A bit of a metaphoric predator

One of the better ones

First to ever run

From the debt of a competitive better

Than any competitor ever

Better than the best

Nevertheless

Next best

Under pressure

Under the weather

For the pressure is less

But still under

My chest is the hunger

And I am under duress

I am undressed

And I confess that

I have come with the less

From a check and in debt

To a comeback in the check

Back in effect

Disrespected and dejected

From being respected

And yet I recollect

That the record's still pressed

And now they say I'm

One of the better ones

So how am I not

Better than

The best ones

Better than the best ones

And if you want to test

Son

The address is the desk

That is under the sun

And you can come with a vest

And I will come with a gun

And you will not be blessed

Because I am not the one

I am not the son

And you are not the father

I am the author

Of a slaughter

And the ink is not water

But you can still call me a sink

A sinking boat

A man who cannot stay afloat

A man who cannot take a joke

A man who wants to stay in hope

In a sunken boat

Hoping he can stay afloat

Praying that he takes a joke

But cannot keep faith or hope

And will not cope

I am not the one

I am not the son

And you are not the father

I am the author

Of a slaughter

And the ink is not water

But you can still call me a sink

A sinking boat

A man who cannot stay afloat

A man who cannot take a joke

A man who wants to stay in hope

In a sunken boat

Hoping he can stay afloat

Praying that he takes a joke

But cannot keep faith or hope

And will not cope

Rhyme tenacity

Brevity blasphemy

Speed

Greed

Need for

I get it in when I fit in

Admit it

I did it again

And the world spins and I'm feelin' dizzy within

Finna get it

The pen'll be sendin' me in

Enemies finna be shiverin'

Shakin'

Quiverin'

Shakin' in they timbs

Like I'm givin' a stimulant

I'ma give 'em the business

When I be takin' a picture

It's all a blur in the image

And if you blink

Then you missed it

I think that I need a minute

To finish the shit I'm thinkin' and diggin' within the pit of

My stomach

I'ma punish a prodigy

Product of

Prophecy

I could be popular if I give up on my privacy

If I drop a project

You'll probably want a part of me

Pardon me

I'm the hardest and heartless artist that's hard to beat

I don't really wanna beef

I'd rather give you the blues

I don't really wanna speak

So don't give me the news

I'm seein' stars and I'm black and I'm about to bruise

And that's just how I do

That's just how I do

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

And that's just how I do (That's just how I do)

And that's just how I do (That's just how I do)

And that's just how I do (That's just how I do)

And that's just how I do (That's just how I do)

And that's just how I do (That's just how I do)

And that's just how I do (That's just how I do)