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Listen, I don't know Where the fuck is my mojo You think you know me But we both know That's a no go I'm 'bout to blow Come around and see how it goes This is my life And you're in the front row Back to business You came to witness You know I'm the realest Ain't got no limits Just how it is Get with the biz I do what I say Don't come near me, I won't give you the time of day I'll stay in my lane And come at you like Bane Wearing the mask Got on the casque Here to do the task Raising the bar Erasing my scars Putrid rappers all buying cars Rather than working on their bars But it's fine You're past your prime Hang on... where'd the beat go? Yeah, it's the prologue and I'm bringing the heat 'Bout to make some people eat defeat You don't know who you're fucking with I'm feasting on you, got a lot of meat Bunch of cheats, I can see all the ghosts Like the sixth sense, I ain't tryna boast But I will fuck around and turn you all into toast Eat you all up, nice Sunday roast Bar has been raised, time for you to follow Get that dick out your mouth, and swallow Bunch of your tracks all be feeling hollow Praying that you don't wake up tomorrow Ok, I admit, that was a low blow But I won't stop, no no You can't even match this flow Now let's bring the beat real low You take the drugs, then the drugs take you You don't know what to do, getting as high as the moon You come with attitude, that don't work for you You blew away your fans, now they leaving you Career's turned to dust, you must be pitiful Take a page from my book, my rhymes are criminal Your hearts are all just fucking cynical What the fucks got into you No rest for the wicked I been working like I'm addicted Ay Just 'cause I ain't post Don't mean I ain't been working the most Yeah Levels to this shit I'm in an elevator, bitch You're on ground level Hope you fall in that ditch Monthly listeners be dropping, but my skills still be poppin' Yeah Took it to the top, now they all want something Yeah Told him, if he picks up the pen He'll never see the daylight again Ahh Spit it like Venom Playing games with the devil People told me I won't amount to be shit Now that I'm something they all want a bit You pop out of nowhere tryna be my friend now Nah, you can go back to fucking around Don't even play those games with me I'll end you like it's savagery You talk a lot of shit For someone that don't know the biz You see, coming at me, you'll be dead, guarantee Bitch, I run this shit, you're just an elementary Feel like the professor, teaching all you fuckers Bitch, back the fuck up, 'fore I clean up this cluster Ay Shoot for the stars Making my mark Here to tear the industry apart Not born on this world But make it my own Raising myself everyday, I'm fully grown Lyrics have advanced You know I'm first class You see the forecast My rhymes have amassed Put me on blast But it won't change a thing I'll still survive, even when hanging from a string I don't gotta say it You know where I'm at I'm not doing this just for a plaque I'm doing it for the love of rap Don't care if others don't clap Yeah I know what I'm doing, you don't need to tell me Not doing this to make myself wealthy Doing this to show that I'm worthy I'll show you fuckers I'm more than you think