When they hear real shit, no copyin' that Then they all gon' see y'all rhymin' is wack Y'all snakes, I'm choppin' the grass Gon' hit 'em with a bang, no stoppin' the crash I don't wanna make bets, I'm droppin' the cash (gang) I'm not gonna let y'all kill hip-hop in its tracks (its tracks)Better tuck your chain and fuckin' run your wallets You are now lookin' at the youngest prophet Who be killin' rappers, got no other option Yeah, they got green, but I'm a fuckin' goblin (goblin) Tell 'em whatever your man felt Sensei with the rhymes, so give me the black belt Got flame, and the vibes are makin' the track melt Goin' all in, dawg, whatever the hand dealt (yeah)Fuck that, you gotta stay different Y'all think it's hot, but y'all straight trippin' (uh) I'm off the chain and my blade spinnin' Y'all in the club while my paint drippin' I'm a fuckin' artist, who's done with all this Straight wack shit, so I'm bustin' on this Y'all leaned out, but y'all suck regardless I'ma run up on 'em, feelin' fuckin' lawless (woo)Like ho, go tell a bitch, I flow so venomous I boom-boom, hit 'em with the stone-cold evidence I flow so relevant and show no benefit A low blow, bring 'em where the po-po never been (woo)