Prime
I got a check
Nike on me from my head to toe Yeah I'm wet
Pause wait, I meant that shit that I'm wearing all over my neck
God damn, they asking me why killing bitches need a vet
Y'all let punk get the mic
Spit some trash and then tell everyone that he's next
I'm on the way up damn
You owe me some better pay up damn
And if you don't they better pay your ran-some-one better pay me in advance
Understand that you stand under me
I'm the real deal you a wannabe
I ain't the type to be stumbling
You is the type that needs Kendrick for humbling
Don't gotta try
Not at my best, no I'm not in my Optimus Prime
You is like one outta ten I'm like a nine outta five
Won't tell a lie
Pinocchio's nose get erect when he say that you fye
I'm on a whole other level
You can't reach me like an old hoe that be hitting my line
I'm finna turn it up and get lit
And my flow is sounding legitimate
Knowing no one can mimic it
Worse news for you cause when I do I think I lose my cool
Then I come hit you with the critical
Know You doing your best but it still not good as my minimum
I sing the same tune, and I get rid of em
No way to stop me
I'm popping like paparazzi
They thinking that I'm a copy
But really they pasted off me
My haters think that I'm trash but I know that they heads are nodding
With every word that I say
Cause I'm snapping all the bones that they thought they were picking off me
I'm catching another body
They thinking that I'm falling off, there's no way that I am dropping
Blowing up like an inflatable huh
Think you're the goat? that's debatable bruh
Coldest alive and still flame-able
Flammable
My flow like a couple chappas with infinite ammo in em
Damn I go dumb
They looking at me like "where is this from?"
They thought it was sweet cause they seen all my instagram leaks
But I came with the heat for this one
If I gotta do it, ima drop my opponents
Bruh you better stay in your lane, no Lois
Even at your best I'm still better at my lowest
And my Bars so sick they ain't even got covid
Don't gotta try
Not at my best, no I'm not in my Optimus Prime
You is like one outta ten I'm like a nine outta five
Okay okay
Won't tell a lie
Pinocchio's nose get erect when he say that you fye
I'm on a whole other level
You can't reach me like an old hoe that be hitting my line
Nike on me from my head to toe Yeah I'm wet
Pause wait, I meant that shit that I'm wearing all over my neck
God damn, they asking me why killing bitches need a vet
Y'all let punk get the mic
Spit some trash and then tell everyone that he's next
I'm on the way up damn
You owe me some better pay up damn
And if you don't they better pay your ran-some-one better pay me in advance
Understand that you stand under me
I'm the real deal you a wannabe
I ain't the type to be stumbling
You is the type that needs Kendrick for humbling
Don't gotta try
Not at my best, no I'm not in my Optimus Prime
You is like one outta ten I'm like a nine outta five
Won't tell a lie
Pinocchio's nose get erect when he say that you fye
I'm on a whole other level
You can't reach me like an old hoe that be hitting my line
I'm finna turn it up and get lit
And my flow is sounding legitimate
Knowing no one can mimic it
Worse news for you cause when I do I think I lose my cool
Then I come hit you with the critical
Know You doing your best but it still not good as my minimum
I sing the same tune, and I get rid of em
No way to stop me
I'm popping like paparazzi
They thinking that I'm a copy
But really they pasted off me
My haters think that I'm trash but I know that they heads are nodding
With every word that I say
Cause I'm snapping all the bones that they thought they were picking off me
I'm catching another body
They thinking that I'm falling off, there's no way that I am dropping
Blowing up like an inflatable huh
Think you're the goat? that's debatable bruh
Coldest alive and still flame-able
Flammable
My flow like a couple chappas with infinite ammo in em
Damn I go dumb
They looking at me like "where is this from?"
They thought it was sweet cause they seen all my instagram leaks
But I came with the heat for this one
If I gotta do it, ima drop my opponents
Bruh you better stay in your lane, no Lois
Even at your best I'm still better at my lowest
And my Bars so sick they ain't even got covid
Don't gotta try
Not at my best, no I'm not in my Optimus Prime
You is like one outta ten I'm like a nine outta five
Okay okay
Won't tell a lie
Pinocchio's nose get erect when he say that you fye
I'm on a whole other level
You can't reach me like an old hoe that be hitting my line
Credits
Writer(s): William Hall
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