The Raven

I do want when I come out
I hear that shit get you gunned down
These lil hoes gon' run out
I hope they be having fun now

Think about Coma when they sleep
I don't wanna hear a fucking peep
Jump to conclusions, call a leap
My roasts leave you fucking weak

I'm tryna trick out the beat spill out my flows
Tryna diss the fakes and tell my real story also
I'm the real one can't mess with me, oh no
Not even Taylor Swift could call out someone solo

Flying fast in the car
Pulling up hit the bar
Bitches sticky like tar
Career going real far

I do what they can't
Bust rhymes with no rant
Other people only chant
Only do what I grant

I'm the boss in this bitch (gang, gang, gang, whoo)
My workers make me rich (grrrrrrah)
Leave all y'all in a ditch (hoo, hah, huh)
Hope y'all ain't no snitch (yuh, yuh, yuh)

I'm the one they look up to
Fresh album looking brand-new
Triple chair made of bamboo
Get a job you can pursue

I don't fuck with y'all fakes
Y'all hoes are some snakes
I do what it takes
To make y'all bitches quake

Just for instance, I'm the instance that breaks past the types
Making music for the grind spitting bars that are hype
Gun you down with the shooter they call that snipe
Only use the freshest words off the vine, they ripe

Spitting bars going mental
Breaking teeth need a dental
I do what I'm meant to
You steal beats; that's a rental

I told ya this ain't no haven
My words get you laid in
Haunted house that you afraid in
You a pigeon, I'm a raven