Seaside
I'm getting too hot hell just won't accept me
I don't got a scratch cuz I still ain't been tested
I'm getting too hot, heaven straight reject me
I don't stay down cuz I'm the one who protect me
You King of the Hill and now that shit's contested
Soon I'm taking over like the world's been infested
Short sweatpants, leather boots, suit and vested
I bet on myself, my own stock I invested
I'm ready for war, I got guns on my shoulders
Hellfire shotguns, making dust from boulders
If you never had one then you should own one
You better go akimbo because one is lonesome
I said I'd make it up to you and now I showed up
You don't make sense, now you totally lost us
I stay front lining because I'm a soldier
Mistakes stay that way until your punk ass own up
All these coat wearers chase designers
I'm a fire/flying type cuz heat gets me higher
Bitch where you at cuz I need a reminder
I can't see through the clouds and I know you can't either
I'll take you back to the stone age
4x weak, fair opponent
Bitch I need a doughnut
Flamethrower; it's the heat of the moment
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
(Do it again)
I don't do a diss track, I make your ass retire
I'm carrying the torch, set the world on fire
I sing like an angel, I need a whole choir
I don't do a diss track, but I know i'm lying
Middle name Anthony, bitch I'm a Carmine
I rap all the shit that you hear, all these are mine
You might need a ghostwriter, so call a hotline
I'm out of this world cuz I live where the star's shine
Been making this shit for a dollar, I'm feelin' it
Y'all have seen my progress, no I ain't concealing it
I'm doing so good you might think that I'm stealing it
I don't got to stop I'm beyond where the ceiling hit
Boy I'm for real, like the mic isn't vanity
I don't got no faith no more like it's humanity
I need a fire squad, I got Cole mentality
I'm covered in red like my surname Cassady
I need a concert or something, I need to sell the stadium
I'm so fucking toxic I'm 7% uranium
I'm so fucking metal I'm 7% titanium
I can bring a life in a bitch like I'm Meganium
I'll take you back to the stone age
4x weak, you got no chance
Bitch I need a soda
Flamethrower; it's the heat of the moment
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
I don't got a scratch cuz I still ain't been tested
I'm getting too hot, heaven straight reject me
I don't stay down cuz I'm the one who protect me
You King of the Hill and now that shit's contested
Soon I'm taking over like the world's been infested
Short sweatpants, leather boots, suit and vested
I bet on myself, my own stock I invested
I'm ready for war, I got guns on my shoulders
Hellfire shotguns, making dust from boulders
If you never had one then you should own one
You better go akimbo because one is lonesome
I said I'd make it up to you and now I showed up
You don't make sense, now you totally lost us
I stay front lining because I'm a soldier
Mistakes stay that way until your punk ass own up
All these coat wearers chase designers
I'm a fire/flying type cuz heat gets me higher
Bitch where you at cuz I need a reminder
I can't see through the clouds and I know you can't either
I'll take you back to the stone age
4x weak, fair opponent
Bitch I need a doughnut
Flamethrower; it's the heat of the moment
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
(Do it again)
I don't do a diss track, I make your ass retire
I'm carrying the torch, set the world on fire
I sing like an angel, I need a whole choir
I don't do a diss track, but I know i'm lying
Middle name Anthony, bitch I'm a Carmine
I rap all the shit that you hear, all these are mine
You might need a ghostwriter, so call a hotline
I'm out of this world cuz I live where the star's shine
Been making this shit for a dollar, I'm feelin' it
Y'all have seen my progress, no I ain't concealing it
I'm doing so good you might think that I'm stealing it
I don't got to stop I'm beyond where the ceiling hit
Boy I'm for real, like the mic isn't vanity
I don't got no faith no more like it's humanity
I need a fire squad, I got Cole mentality
I'm covered in red like my surname Cassady
I need a concert or something, I need to sell the stadium
I'm so fucking toxic I'm 7% uranium
I'm so fucking metal I'm 7% titanium
I can bring a life in a bitch like I'm Meganium
I'll take you back to the stone age
4x weak, you got no chance
Bitch I need a soda
Flamethrower; it's the heat of the moment
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
What a bitch know
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Writer(s): Xavier Rompa
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