Lyrics: (Ain’t no “finna peak”, Over good enough, Make ya nose bleed, if you running up, Ain’t no “trynna be”, lemme sum it/summit up, I’m on top, like I’m The Old Man Of The Mountain) (Hook) U Got the high’s, Kick, the brass, and the bass, But I can smell ya rhymes, Nd can tell you’re in a phase, The Real know the real, Nd I don’t recognize ya face, Hate a fake who don’t belong, outta put you in ya place, But if I could tell, then what the hell, let some else take aim, Cause what goes around, comes around, Like rats who jog in place, If time is flying by, then I’m hopping out the plane, Slap the bitch up outta life, as I pour another drink, Nowadays, it ain’t what you know, it’s what you think you know, Outta range, if you try call me out, from way below, I ain’t saying I’m the pinnacle, but I don’t need to tho, I Bet you think you’re in my lane, while I’m a state ahead of you, Not out for fame, that ain’t the game imma trying to take away from you, but if you find a way to make it, want the shame to blanket you, From knowing Somewhere in the 312 a dude could make you lose, A Stan or Four, But lucky for you, I don’t kill for sport (Hook) It’s the drums, it’s the bars, it’s the bass, It’s my pace, it’s my charm, I Got the rata tat tata tat Not quite dapper chap, Matter fact, cock back Nd slap the boom straight out the bap. I’m off the Jack, cheers I’m not a bad man But if you try my hand, then you gon get the back, half, Man im a Red stagg staggering, the swag trashed stammering, You think you got the baddest raps? someone hold my beer, Wait, lemme get it back, finna bust that rap y’all hacks couldn’t hack, if lungs was black, Wit the can at hand Nd won’t spill an ounce, Y’all Betty Boop, I Betty Bounce(Bouncin’ Betty), I black Betty rock a mic, nd house, heats third degree when I spit them rhymes, Yet first degree I kill a mother fucker beat, Y’all misdemeanor spit victimless crimes. It’s black Nd white, that y’all are paling In comparison, Shits like repping Chi when you live minutes from O’Hare Nd shit, Syla till I die, the rest ain’t artists they’re embarrassments, So hi-de-hi-de-hi, Or get the fuck up out my city bitch, (Hook) (Outro) Beat: Classic Beat By: Riza Penjoel #syla 🖕🏽 @modertor_en 🖕🏽 @moder_judge_en @rapfamebest #bettyb #hidehoman #2k21 #2021fire #2021heat #202juan #cabcalloway #featuredfecalmaterial #yallseedatghost #trey12 #battleme #97294