I'm a spiritual lyrical miracle rapper
Aight, I'ma try to do this in one take
Let my nutsack hang a little bit
Let's fucking get it
I got swag out the asshole
Stacks out the cash flow
Mad notes chillin' in my journal by the ash bowls
Bad hoes tellin' me I got a voice like Nat Cole
Smack her ass for me, that's yo' bitch, let me relax tho'
I gone through tribulations with some trials laid out for me
Spit a lil' harder ever since I came out
Family dinners, only politics wan' come out they mouth
My family see me as a politic, that's why I stay out
Inside the streets, bumpin' blast beats, drownin' pain out
Made some friends back in school, usеd to buy me takeout
Was down to ride for my hooligans, gavе me a way out
Was down to die for some dudes I should've never gave clout
But that's what happens when you're too nice
My mama got some new ice 'cuz of my raps
I also bought my bitch a chain with some Jordans, in fact
I bought a PC for a K and 300 a pop
I'm boutta buy a car, I just need a couple more racks
Ain't makin' time for rap beef or an old homie
Fans hit me up, callin' me Steph when they don't know me
Bro, blow me, you tryna be my friend?
Take yo' phone, stick it up through yo' bottom end
Pottyhead got me a couple hunnid this week
I ain't talkin' 'bout the merchandise, I'm talkin' 'bout streams
None of these rappers really 'bout the shit they rap and they speak
Slap the fuck out of a rapper screamin' "Fuck the police"
When they ain't mean it
We ain't beefin', lil' homie, you hot trash
Ever since we stopped talkin' you only drop ass
We made a song a while ago, you still haven't topped that
So before you wanna beef, take my name out yo' top tracks
Pussy, you boo-boo
I won't collab wit' a wack rapper again
I attack tracks wit' a pen, I been abstract with the sentences
All the bitches say "You fire" just like Benson says
Murderin' every beat, they don't know where the instrumental been
Issbrokie, bitch
Stop fuckin' talkin' to me, dawg (you can't talk to Karmamob)
"All these rappers rhyme is a crime"
Get the fuck outta my DMS, bitch
Ya'll fuckin' droppin' trash, ya'll literally littering when you drop
Fuck outta my face (call the police! Call the police! You littering)
Suck my dick, bitch
You know you need my name in yo' fuckin' tracks to get plays
That's on, gang! Karmamob 'til I die, bitch
Why am I talkin' like that? I don't even talk like that