SECOND COMING (feat. Espiino & eternalexe)

I said I be stepping on they necks to break my shoes in
Red bottoms when I bought 'em they were blue then
Gotta show all of these bitches I'm the truth then
I be a dime I let it shine all in the booth then
I still be waiting on a game to give me roses
I set the bar they tryna touch it so I rose it
I set the standard they refuse to even notice
I guess I'm showing them the way like Mighty Moses
I'm coming through in bitches bright ways
I'm feeling like I'm on the wave the way I make plays
I'm sitting pretty with tenacious at a 10k
I'm feeling like the baddest when I'm on the runway
Look, nobody's safe I'm on a rampage
I ain't gon' play the nice guy without a nice pay
I'm sick and tired of the fake smiles on bad days
Carrying the whole rap game was child's play
Look, I use a pencil like a lethal weapon
Feeling like I'm Ted Bundy on the instrumental
I'm feeling like I'm Jeff Dahmer just a little mental
Funny how I'm getting numbers with some little letters
Look, and to be honest I don't be on what they be on
But if they talk about rap then I'm a color like a crayon
I keep it saucy like I'm Dijon
Then once I talk my shit I'm finna pass the mic to Leon

I'm that dirty motherfucker with the grit up in my grill
Get the pen up in my hand and I won't hesitate to kill
I feel like Christ back with the way I'm coming second
Day that I was born was the fucking day of wreckage
I'm that rap motherfucker, boom bap is what you know me for
Serving hella shit like a dasher do door to door
I ain't finna lie, man, the rap game owe me more
Been around for a long time and I'm still poor
Yo, I get it wicked when I get up on a written
Manifest the seven sins, Jackie Chan, keep it kicking
Know I do some bitching, bout my status in the game
If you had what I had, motherfucker, do the same
Me and your favorite rapper keep our columns combined
I call it like I see it, fuck it, sever your spine
Tell your fucking girl that I'm her next best ex
And while you sending texts, I Colin Cap-on-your-neck
Motherfuckers make me laugh, they don't treat it like a sport
If motherfuckers wanna dance, I Cupid shuffle on their corpse
I miss a rap game that was full of heavy hitters
Motherfuckers quick rapping too quick to pull triggers
Kinda like stand-up comedy in a sense
I can't say one thing without you being a bitch
I'ma go out swinging, I'ma die a living legend
Watch Diez De Leon bout to turn it up eleven like
Yo, I need gold like fucking ASAP Ferg and Rocky, Twelvey
Fucking canines in the room, I'm the highest in this bitch
Me and Travis Scott in tune, heard the L'Trimm bunnies like the car with the boom
So I call my whip the Tigra, Doja Cat, can get it too, bitch
Ha ha ha