Karoshi

If you want a record I'm the engine
N'Golo
Kante
Goal Zone
Feel like I'm the only one with hope, Solo
Struggle at the door so
Hard to get my footing
Now I'm on the torso
T-shirts and the bookings
Brag about the hardest work that you don't even put in
Even pudding's harder than the work that you don't even put in
Russia mothafucker out my territory, Vlady Putin
Puttin' people in they place since I was hiding kush in cushions
I forgot her name, so baby wouldn't lemme put my wood in
She just lubricate the tip and then she blow me like a woodwind
Who the fuck you think you is
I will jump you and your kids
Eat and people want a piece I keep my gun inside my fridge
Bitch, I'm hungry as it gets
Said it was, and now it is
I dont pass the fire, baby only cum inside my crib, like

I say I rap and people think that it's a joke, joke, joke, joke, joke, joke
So I used to try and keep it on the low, low, low, low, low, low
Now the scret's out and everybody know, know, know, know, know
They'll be laughin at me 'til the day I blow, blow, blow
If I ever fuckin' blow, blow, blow, blow

Unload the day's stress with a slow breath
Pussy fairies gettin' gone, I just go n' get
Trap rapper ass backwards in a cold sweat
'Cause my sound check be more rowdy than your whole set
I kill the game, so my shawty smokin
Tried to rip apart my heart, but thot, it's already broken
Posse growing, so the bandwagon fillin up quickly
Reserve ya spot today cause pretty soon the party's closing
Token omnipotent
All the homies going "holy smoke" 'cause on the day that I was blown, a God was chosen
Everybody follow me because I follow omens
Hide your bitches, I got more game than Ronaldo's coaches
Had to pave a way and make an individual
Staying plain and safe had made me go insane and miserable
Moving so silent that I'm basically invisible
Brain so strong that I'm breakin' the invincible
Makin' a militia, who willing to bleed for me
Buzzing, ain't nobody 'round me that don't need the bee
I think you heard about a different party homie, 'cause we headed to 5th Avenue
You're on your way to Easy Street
People talk to me as if I was sane
As if I'm normal tryna tell me I should buy me a chain, listen
I don't glisten, I got ice in my veins
I'mma go down swingin' and never get a strike to my name, it's human

I say I rap and people think that it's a joke, joke, joke, joke, joke, joke
So I used to try and keep it on the low, low, low, low, low, low
Now the scret's out and everybody know, know, know, know, know
They'll be laughin at me 'til the day I blow, blow, blow
If I ever fuckin' blow, blow, blow, blow