Supreme

Uh
Aye

They tried to count me out, ended up counting some more
Look how I score
Dropped to the floor when I show what's in store
Why when I rap, it's a gun store galore?
I come from where the rich and the poor go to war
Go hard-core, it's all yours
They want to trip, we explore on a tour
Them boys lying, as soon as they roar
Leave them in gore, leaving them snore
Huh, get up and getting it
World be spinning, I'm getting these Benjamins
In a predicament, guilty or innocent
Stack of these dividends until it get infinite
Moving legitimate, mentally militant
Even when bigger than, still equivalent
Tell all my failures, I ain't feeling it
Take my shot I'm literally killing it

I just told my pain go to heal with it, I mean to hell with it, know what I mean?
Trapping myself, had to realize you bout to lose out on some sleep
You trying to live out your dreams
I seen them scheme to be kings and queens
They didn't even know that it was in our genes
No definition, live by any means
Thinking supreme, I'm forever extreme
Stand on business
Feel like Eminem, middle finger flipping them
Hot boy sizzling, drip be drizzling
Murder gang killing them, hitman billing them
Sick flow, ill-n and teaching and skilling and scary and thrilling
I'm burying millions
Born with adrenaline, ain't no refilling
It's already into him, ain't no instilling it
Okay uh, roll up me one let me get lit
Easing my mind trying to plot out to get rich, huh
If I gotta lend you that loaf, you gone pay back that loaf, plus a couple of biscuits uh
Slick talk, Talking that interest
Thinking it's sweet it gets sour like citrus uh
And I walk like I talk with some strong ass legs, because I be on my fitness uh
Flow macadamia, bust out your cranium, no one insane as him
Hot boy flaming em, no derange as him
I tell the feds good luck with obtaining him
Nothing gone stop me seeing that stadium
Trying to hold me back, no restraining him
I got cahoots with the aliens, tell these rappers I ain't saving them

They tried to count me out, ended up counting some more
Look how I score
Dropped to the floor when I show what's in store
Why when I rap, it's a gun store galore?
I come from where the rich and the poor go to war
Go hard-core, it's all yours
They want to trip, we explore on a tour
Them boys lying, as soon as they roar
Leave them in Gore, leaving them snore
Huh, get up and getting it
World be spinning, I'm getting these Benjamins
In a predicament, guilty or innocent
Stack of these dividends until it get infinite
Moving legitimate, mentally militant
Even when bigger than, still equivalent
Tell all my failures, I ain't feeling it
Take my shot I'm literally killing it

Uh huh
Wanna count me out
Lames
Extreme