I get bad when I get mad That one by the bar with some black lenses You be bossing up with some snake bags I mean I don't understand where the brain at I mean I'm an evil mira lo que digo I say sayonara to ya cause you not mi amigo I don't like pretending she be wearing Fendi Going down the street naked I be more trendy B-Benzin' going hard Asalamalekum to your fake bros Acting YO like they know sum Praying for some rain need a wash up More noise more volume Getting sick everytime that I talk about dem So I cross it never fix it lemme shake it while I mix it Turn the beat up, listen! Fake angels with an evil soul Give a piece of a heart but dem want it all I can enter the room and then burn dem all Only faya in my mouth like I don't control Stay easy while I rock Yeezy Talk to me when you pay the leasing Always dealing with these paras Now I'm here tomorrow Paris I say show me your power dem weapons material My weapon is lyrical Dem not be original People rather be similar Goddamn All in All these bitches is falling Oh really, so unexpected Used to trust now I'm not interested Guess your poison could not infect me You know my system sofisticated You know my concept so underrated My flow so sick and so complicated Go Hard Go Home To dem losers I close the door On my way to the next level Now you tell me who do it better