Son of Ares
This the process of a new project
I'm on the wanted list like an offender
But I offend you cause you can't endure
What a song covers like a parody
You are a poser and I oppose you
You is a lumber to a carpenter
Gonna cut you in thirds undercover
'Cause if a bird told you that I come for you then
Ima have pigeon for dinner
Like it's the year of medieval
Yeah, I am the evil
I bet you feel like a winner
But really you in the middle so gimme ya medal
Ever since you been a kiddo, you been a weirdo
Oh don't believe me? Go look in the mirror
Even if you won the lotto, deep inside
Trapped in a bottle your hetero ego afloat
Like a sea with a boat and people aboard
Not knowing that today they go
Damn
Flippin' shit like a study flipbook
Gonna whip the trigger
Pistol clip on the rim of the hip like a free throw
Cutting this shit into lil, lil bits
When I spit your wrist
Shit just gonna slit like an emo
My ego is sitting on the throne
Like give a shit what you think of me, ho
Got ya bitch waterin', she a beach ho
Reload, I'm god awfully low
No, I'm god all fully loaded
I can go all in, I keep holding back
Hold up, drop
Dropping projects almost every year
I don't need sleep, I need money here
I ain't gon leave til I'm all in your top 3 lists then I'm outta here
I'ma pull up in Audi one day to an audience
Waiting for all of my discography to be played at a concert
And I got it coming one day, to be honest I'm
Nervous to play front a hundred of people
The range of emotions that would just take over
The old me gon' prolly change into a phase of confidence
Good thing that ima have haters to humble me
I am just saying, I might go insane
I might let the fame take over my name
I might let the fame take over my name
I might let the fame take over my-
Sex with a three tit bitch shit was outta this world
Limp dick the minute I finished
Pissed like a bladder with no control
Beat hitting hard like a dad with a short temper
Beat overly fat like a customer at Whataburger
At the last straw but never gonna snap
It's under my control like in '84
Big brother, big goals
I'm finished
I'm on the wanted list like an offender
But I offend you cause you can't endure
What a song covers like a parody
You are a poser and I oppose you
You is a lumber to a carpenter
Gonna cut you in thirds undercover
'Cause if a bird told you that I come for you then
Ima have pigeon for dinner
Like it's the year of medieval
Yeah, I am the evil
I bet you feel like a winner
But really you in the middle so gimme ya medal
Ever since you been a kiddo, you been a weirdo
Oh don't believe me? Go look in the mirror
Even if you won the lotto, deep inside
Trapped in a bottle your hetero ego afloat
Like a sea with a boat and people aboard
Not knowing that today they go
Damn
Flippin' shit like a study flipbook
Gonna whip the trigger
Pistol clip on the rim of the hip like a free throw
Cutting this shit into lil, lil bits
When I spit your wrist
Shit just gonna slit like an emo
My ego is sitting on the throne
Like give a shit what you think of me, ho
Got ya bitch waterin', she a beach ho
Reload, I'm god awfully low
No, I'm god all fully loaded
I can go all in, I keep holding back
Hold up, drop
Dropping projects almost every year
I don't need sleep, I need money here
I ain't gon leave til I'm all in your top 3 lists then I'm outta here
I'ma pull up in Audi one day to an audience
Waiting for all of my discography to be played at a concert
And I got it coming one day, to be honest I'm
Nervous to play front a hundred of people
The range of emotions that would just take over
The old me gon' prolly change into a phase of confidence
Good thing that ima have haters to humble me
I am just saying, I might go insane
I might let the fame take over my name
I might let the fame take over my name
I might let the fame take over my-
Sex with a three tit bitch shit was outta this world
Limp dick the minute I finished
Pissed like a bladder with no control
Beat hitting hard like a dad with a short temper
Beat overly fat like a customer at Whataburger
At the last straw but never gonna snap
It's under my control like in '84
Big brother, big goals
I'm finished
Credits
Writer(s): Derrick Martinez
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