Ah
Yeah
Without comparison
I'm early on my marathon
Mexican American
You can call me paragon
I'm Gucci when I'm sliding in quick in a pair of thongs (Ya, ya)
Got levels of defense like the pentagon
So what I look trendy with my sweater on?
How much of my pen is gone? (Going up)
It get better when I send a song
Ya girl asked me if I got Fendi on (Oh, this?)
She looking like a savage boy
She got Fenty on (Ugh)
Taking emcees to the grave
I got plenty hearse (Ya, ya)
Going bar for bar like a Benny verse (Ugghhhh)
I'm nice with the bucks
Think twice with my gut
That's ice in my cup
Ya ya but I poured henny first
I'll cut ya bitch if she want blood too
Throw water on that dirt
What that mud do?
No one is, taking my advantage
Don't forget this is mya's planet
I'm yelling where the bux at
You hanging off my nutsack
Boy kick the fuck back
I'm yelling where the bux at
You hanging off my nutsack
Girl kick the-
You wanna raptastic
Master of class
Battery acid
Doubling bags
To battle these cats
Had to be maxin'
In other words
Yo I had to be taxin'
If ya lady ended up with me
She had to be asking
Leave 'em on asthmatic (Uh-huh)
Fantastic with the bad habits
Yo I see some shit I like
I'm throwing Bags at it
No faking on the set
I'm taking all the stress
I'm also winning all the games without
Making all the threats
I'm Changing all the texts (What)
They Say I'm on it next (What)
Ya lady say she love me now
She Naked on her chest
Yo I say it with my gut (Yaahh)
Making all the fuss (Ugh)
My mama had a daughter
Raised her on the bus
It goes... VEL up in NYC
Turn my W's to cheese
Like who bet I'd be
Born killer on the MIC
More iller than a couple
Fucking friends I need