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Zayin Adonai, just popped off again, said his greatness is getting extended
New Benzo matches the ice in his grin, but he didn't find either expensive
I'm the nigga not to mention, time to go on the offensive
Best in KC and that's just how it's been, but his damage is getting extensive
Wonder if maybe they hate me because of the lyric potential I'm flexing
Kill 'em with kindness, these niggas too quick to go flex they finger on a Wesson
Guess that's how they show expression, not the type to get aggressive
I'll stick to my rapping and college life maybe one day my bars will see ascension

Magic upon the beat, I cast a curse
Fans gather round when I'm spitting a verse
They think that my shit's not hot, then they'll learn
Man, I kill beats more than niggas in purge
Been on the come up, I move up in spurts
Saving my money, I still gotta splurge
The end of the day, know that I'll be in first, y'all can go fight over second and third
I'm counting my wins and they're all well-deserved, I fought for this shit and I know it's well-earned
Wearing the fame like I made it a shirt, I'm making my money, the fame's just a perk
All in my bag like the girl and I bought her a purse
RIP to Sad Frosty, bro taught me to swerve
Bars I've been cooking been starting to stir, cause they just been building up better and better
I'm making my cheese, count my cheddar, I'm tethered
To money and fame make it rain like the weather
Feel light as a feather, I'm hot like a pepper
I'm moving up fast like a cheetah or a leopard
I'm clever, I've been in this rap shit forever
I'm grabbing my shit, double-decker, go get her
She add me on Snap and she texted a paragraph
Bitch, I'm not reading no letter, forget her

Forget her, then forget a second and forget a third and forget a fourth
I'm counting these girlies, I ran up my score, I fucked me like 20 and just on my porch
My baddies are plenty, my baggy is plenty, my baggy is heavy, I'm working my core
He brag about his Benzo, I brag about four, same number of watches, so I bought some more
Patek on my wrist, Patek on the floor, Patek on my dresser, Patek on the drawer
So many Pateks that a nigga got bored, so I bought some jeans, then I bought the store
I'm mining my riches, burning diamond ores, I guess I'm like Dora in Minecraft
You know that a nigga is bound to explore and explore some more
They stink like manure, their songs are like gore, I like to move up, the compass says north
I'm rapping for fun, I do this for sport, said Donai's a GOAT, but I'm still not sure
Let's go on a tour, my palette has hits galore
I hired a crew just to go do my chores
They said my window closed, I opened a door
I don't talk to bozos, I don't talk to whores, I don't talk to Satan
I talk to the Lord, I talk to the Lord, I talk to the Lord
VDA dropped and it ran up the score
Then ran it some more, and ran it some more, and ran it some more
Dropped fire tapes and that's back to back
Two in a year and he don't even do this I guess that it's time I got back on track
Know that it hurts like a Cadillac
Top 100 charts, let's get back on that
Going crazy like an animal, told me the money is stuck in the Nike backpack
Make that bitch disappear like her picture on Snapchat
Niggas too scared to clap back
Making my money, but niggas too lazy for that
Let alone flip that shit just like flapjacks
My talent goes up like stocks in the draft
This shit like VDA was up on crack
I made a bag, now I'll go double dip
Dip it again and then double back
They think I'm LeBron, they looked at my stats
If they drop a song then I'll take out the trash
These hatin ass niggas love giving me crap
They only mad cause I switched to attack
I just dropped my tape and ain't no topping that