Gr!T

Big machine flow so I guess I owe my masters Asking for the green from my people like A
Pastor
All the trial and error tryna make it as a rapper
I'll drop the track now and I'll see what happens after

Flying over y'all, Aladdin with his mats yo
Shit ain't math no more, now get the facts bro
Tear drop tat cause I keep killing tracks, hoe Classic drop back to back, now how does That go?

I'm go run till I'm the best for sure
Artest after messing with nerds
Needing peace to infest the words
So the beef can't cease your herd, yeah, yeah Check
No butcher, yeah, don't let it deceive ya
I'll go behind your back like Caesar
Rest assured there's no game, no creeper
Hall the fame worthy and this just a teaser
Watch me take you side liam neeson
No hate, no crime, no rhyme, no reason
Just watch the lies arrive at the evening
Eye my prospect in that type of season
Giannis Yeah, your buck's with us
Let's be honest, you had no sort of luck
On the flop, you cried like LeBum
And still nobody gave a fuck

Does he know that these people ain't even gonna listen to the track? Like, nobody cares Bro

One night, three guys that tested your trust The only one you wanted had ran for the Hook You tried to lie, making someone else a crook
Fuck you, bitch, catch this fucking right hook To the sellout that gone and went and Changed teams
Was the attention that you got, what it was in your dreams
I lost respect to you, you know what that means
After stacking up my paper, you won't ever get a ream
Off the dome, I'm speaking nonfiction
If we toe to toe, then define competition Cause the gap between me and you a big Difference
Give me the stove, cause what the fuck he mixing
The difference is I can run the rhythm
Yo shit, tough on the ears, yeah, that's it dissonance
Bring your ears closed only for the tidbit
Don't come crawling back for forgiveness
K-Y-L-E
Tell me who done it better than me
The ball dropped and y'all late to the party
It's not a race and you don't wanna start me You the mascot and your girl stay blushing
I got her on the reel, I'ma keep it a hunnid
You is a bust, you a Josh Rosen
But she can't slide, she a dime in my dozen
See through the fake stats Andre Drummond
Not in the rotation when I'm up and coming Cause when shit hits the fan
You be up to something
These are final blows
Giving you concussions