Not a Rapper

What's popping? I don't really rap that often
I feast on this beat like it's served on a platter, devoured by Cartman
Any five bars I put together will cause havoc, Exodia
I'll blow up, quicker than notifications sent by the media
I'm the type that's kept in the dark, cause most fear that I outshine
All these new gens singing autotune with mumble rap as an outline
All you trap boys with your fake chains dissing boom bap, snorting coke lines
All you fuck girls with your implants, ass shaking but you ain't fine
I got the Formula, One, to overlap the competition on tracks, Lewis Hamilton
Too many claiming they shooters, missing open shots, Andre Roberson
Bitches be talking that shit, bragging while their mans out here gambling
Max cards at a club then take another chick home to smash in them
Laugh now but ya'll cry later, cause I ain't tapping
I'll out rhyme this new era, no capping

Been silent in this black and white world, Charlie Chaplin
Like Lebron when bench warmers ain't scoring, uh, put me back in
That's what she needs, when I fed her, for what you had always lacked in
You the type that's flashing cash, driving rentals, claiming status
But the fact is that you broke, you beg her if you could stay in
At her place, I kept her happy on her bed, now you lay in
So yeah, quit bragging, you ain't got wealth like Bill Gates
I get cheques till my account equates, to a cost of a private estate
Every lost King needs the right Queen, to help place, all his doubts in a checkmate
I got fate I'll elevate to a state where I emulate the best with pace
Hennessey flows, had me drifting to stifling hoes
Lost in these thoughts, struggled to stay composed
Fought when life, smacked my head with lows
My eye at the top, an assassin with the scope
Not losing hope, slapped hands of a demon with a rope
Ain't stopping till I own real estate, of minds in this globe