messing around with me you'll see,

messing around with me you'll see, you'll be history BCE, quick catch delete, rip scratch repeat, I just test the beat, I detest defeat, game is so elite, hardly ever beat, when I hit this lit s***, I make it a tight fit, strain and stretch it out, when I'm messing about, nobody even knows, what I'm really all about, I do this for thine self, and never the clout, just spit out hot s***, and I never feel doubt, I'm just filled out, it makes you all just pout, either cry from enjoyment, or cry from the hate, either way I'm not on your side, I really don't relate, I'm taking over now, it's really not a debate, me climbing to the top, really is fate, no I haven't seen it yet, must be coming up late, but it's when done, it feels so great, all the pleasure that it takes, you want to make me your soulmate, my style what do you rate, my shine it emulates, it burns and gravitates, I'm hungry demaning a plate, but nobody even let me in the building, to thrill them, plan it out and build em, a plan to make me grand, I know I am and I can't help it, it's not my fault that I have felt it, I'm cooking and I smelled it, step it up and get dealt with, you standing there helpless, I'm speaking kind of low, didn't mean to belt this,