Interlude
Now I ain't tryna be the greatest
I'm tryna be on some immortal shit
Never fearing death or competition
Any form of it
I was getting sick of repetition
So I sorta split
Best that I can be, this is Quis
I'm immortal bitch
But I fear myself n my potential
Like was this rapping shit really what a nigga was meant for
Was I even nice the fuck I grip this pad n pen for
Certain uncertainty surfing really made me vent more
Damn, am I the greatest or not
Am i Lebron, the greatest to play or the greatest to flop
It's either one or the other you either hot or you not
I know that I'm hot, I'll burn em on my way to the top
Tryna cross me And this burner gonna loosen ya top
I'll have you shivering n shook n jumping loose from ya socks
Why you tryna diss Quis, like is you stupid or not
I'll have a nigga prepped and heated like he soup in a pot
Haa
I used to hate hip hop
I still kinda do
Niggas getting clout for computer work they ain't writers dude
Sure they use cliches, easy words n some auto tune
But they ain't spitting like Quis, where's the clout I'm entitled to
Fuck it I'm done
I'm tryna be on some immortal shit
Never fearing death or competition
Any form of it
I was getting sick of repetition
So I sorta split
Best that I can be, this is Quis
I'm immortal bitch
But I fear myself n my potential
Like was this rapping shit really what a nigga was meant for
Was I even nice the fuck I grip this pad n pen for
Certain uncertainty surfing really made me vent more
Damn, am I the greatest or not
Am i Lebron, the greatest to play or the greatest to flop
It's either one or the other you either hot or you not
I know that I'm hot, I'll burn em on my way to the top
Tryna cross me And this burner gonna loosen ya top
I'll have you shivering n shook n jumping loose from ya socks
Why you tryna diss Quis, like is you stupid or not
I'll have a nigga prepped and heated like he soup in a pot
Haa
I used to hate hip hop
I still kinda do
Niggas getting clout for computer work they ain't writers dude
Sure they use cliches, easy words n some auto tune
But they ain't spitting like Quis, where's the clout I'm entitled to
Fuck it I'm done
Credits
Writer(s): Quis
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