| Check, yes |
| One, one-one, one |
| Ayy, yeah |
| Look |
| The most decorated, competition decimated |
| My drive is dedicated, your drive is designated |
| Niggas got you to the spot and then you separated |
| Reasons for it speculated, we know how it escalated |
| Rarely celebrated, grade eleven educated |
| Radio is king again, Billboard got me regulated |
| Wanna make it fair for you, numbers that I generated |
| Do right and kill everything, people knew that death awaited |
| Taylor Swift the only nigga that I ever rated |
| Only one could make me drop the album just a little later |
| Rest of y’all, I treat you like you never made it |
| Leave your label devastated |
| Even when you pad the stats, period, I never hated |
| Even when you stab me in the back, the vest is metal-plated |
| Tryna see a B inside my circle like I’m gettin' graded |
| Man, all this luggage in the lobby like I’m gettin' traded |
| Every time you need me for a boost, I never hesitated |
| Every time that Yeezy called a truce, he had my head inflated |
| Thinkin' we gon' finally peace it up and get to levitatin' |
| Realize that everything premeditated |
| Everyone was good with me, then everyone expression faded |
| Tickin' time bomb and they beggin' me to detonate it |
| If I press this red button, dog, everybody Heaven Gated |
| Press this red button, dog, and everything forever changes |
| Word to M-Dolla, she the only one could maybe save it |
| Should’ve hit you first, but, sis, you know about the shit I’ve taken |
| Niggas think it’s sweet, but I am not a diabetic patient |
| No |
| I will start blackin' over here like it’s segregation |
| I will fuckin' double-cross you niggas like it’s meditation |
| I’ll give you a hard pill to swallow, this your medication |
| I will fuckin' pop up on your ass like a revelation |
| I could tell you better than I show you, this a demonstration |
| I will fuckin' leave you in the dirt like some vegetation |
| Chemicals is mixin' in my brain and killin' hesitation |
| I will fuckin' force a few shots like a vaccination |
| Niggas fuckin' call me up to cap, this not a graduation |
| I will fuckin' put your ass on pause like I’m Pastor Mason |
| I will set alarms off and cause a whole evacuation |
| I’ll fuckin'-, I’ll fuckin'- |
| I’ll get to you ten years from now like procrastination |
| I’ll fuckin' find out wherever y’all are celebratin' |
| Pull up, park my Phantom on the curb like I’m Larry David |
| And then we’ll see who’s really crazy |
| Yeah |
| Grrah |