Yeah, ay
Time to get 'em deceased
Time to get 'em deceased
Yeah, ay, yeah, ay
Ay, my boy done gone broke makin' beats
Uh, we just spoke about the features
Got these bitches on the bleachers
I'm the king and I'm gon' impeach ya
Don't f*ck with me, you better get away
Never stale, cause I'ma renovate
In to your minds I'ma penetrate
You runnin' out of time, better innovate
More success, ima celebrate
Uppin' my rank, cuz I elevate
Motherf*cker you know, cause I elevate
I'm sick of these dudes
Actin' all rude, full of attitude
And when I blast a new track
They come like "dude", I'm like God damn it's an inter (lude)
Cross the path, spread the vision
You in the past, man I'm driven
Do the math, countin' digits
You losin' cash, bitch I'm winnin'
Reputation comes with progress
So you better rap more and talk less
I set a standard, and man you can't cross it
Well, guess what, hey
My boy done broke makin' beats
Uh, we just spoke about the features
I got these bitches on the bleachers
I'm the king and I'm gon' impeach ya
Ah, wait, what?
Okay, so I'm just gon' chill
Just chill, then I'm gon' kill it
Woah, ay, nice bass
Put 'em in place
I'ma get first place in the race
When I get your bitch I'ma leave no trace
Get in the bed, and you know what I read?
She left you on read, and she left you on blue with the balls
With a lot of phone calls on your end
Then you bend over backwards
Just for her to get you for some backwoods, and you know it
But you still like to go back with her to your place
But you lose everytime, cause your boy's here with the rhymes
I don't do that crime just cause I murder the beat on time
I don't eat beats I don't call it burger
No I don't do that, I know you haven't just heard of her
The plan is to masturbate, the plan is to dominate, uh
My boy GiovanZay is pissed off cause I just stole his line, hombre
F*ckin, f*ckin, f*ck
Deceased!
"I'ma still use that line though"
Deceased!