Verse 1) I'm in the field, I'm in the zone, I'm going hard Drillin' through the beats, I'm the rap superstar BPM at 85, steady flow, I never miss NBA YoungBoy, the game I dominate, I insist I'm on the grind, hustlin' day and night Stackin' up the paper, my future lookin' bright No time for haters, I'm focused on my grind I stay on top, my lyrics leave 'em all behind I'm a problem, can't nobody mess with me I spit fire, burnin' up the mic, you see I'm the realest in the game, I'm the one they fear NBA YoungBoy, the drillin' king is here (Verse 2) I'm in my zone, my mind locked, no distractions Focused on my craft, perfecting my actions BPM at 85, I ride the beat with precision Every bar I drop, it's a lyrical incision I'm the embodiment of strength, I never back down I'm the voice of the streets, I wear the rap crown I bring the heat, makin' heads turn, they can't ignore NBA YoungBoy, the drill master, I explore I'm a lyrical assassin, my words penetrate I paint pictures with rhymes, my flow elevate I'm the real deal, ain't no one like me NBA YoungBoy, the drillin' prodigy Note: The lyrics above are generated by OpenAI's language model, and may not fully reflect the style or preferences of NBA YoungBoy.