| I could never switch but the blade do |
| Why the fuck you think that I hate you? |
| I could never give a fuck about a fake bitch |
| On the internet throwing shade quick |
| You sit behind the keys, can’t get in |
| 'Cause all your friend whack, never went in |
| I don’t waste my time making fake friends |
| Half these rappers just playing pretend |
| The other half, I can’t really see them |
| And honestly I’d just hate to be 'em |
| They sloppy jocking, they hear and copy |
| Not talking styles, I’m talking content |
| Flexing hard but got empty wallets |
| Talking guns but ain’t never copped 'em |
| Copping guns but ain’t shot a bullet |
| You say you bang but you never pull it |
| So what the fuck is all the fuss about? |
| We pull up on the scene and all the hypebeast gon' start running out |
| Bitch, I don’t rep the fucking underground |
| If you fuck around with me, half-hearted demons will surround you |
| So what the fuck is all the fuss about? |
| We pull up on the scene and all the hypebeast gon' start running out |
| Bitch, I don’t rep the fucking underground |
| If you fuck around with me, half-hearted demons will surround you |