You kill rap motherfucker you cancer I kill you motherfucker put hands up [Verse 2] Hands up Get ya bands up Niggas sell they fucking soul just to get they fans up Had to sit nigga down just so I could stand up Had to put a man down before I could man up Lil Tecca 2 Glocks you'll turn to a dancer No fakes running 'round or coming around us We been hot, ain't nobody found us We on, you cannot drown us I'm the rap god The definitive image with minimal slippage I'm treating ever beat like a scrimmage Will never be timid I start it then you know I'mma finish I'm crazy I'm 'a check into clinical clinical with cynical illness I'm starting this is just the beginning 'cause every minute I'm growing I could never diminish I lose and replenish at speeds That defy all of the physics my head has been spinning I'm breaking records call me up Guinness The sickest soon to be biggest Just like a lama when I'm rapping 'cause you know I be spitting a rap god it's hereditary not a condition fuck your opinion What you gotta say I love criticism from fucking critics Once I really get to rapping I really hear fucking crickets Ever since I started rapping I'm getting green like it's spinach Gryffindor! Liquor got me floating just like it's quittage Voldemort wasn't even this wicked Listen people I got tricks up my sleeve every nigga wants this But what niggas want niggas don't need They tried to cut me off it did not work nor hurt cause when I cut I don't bleed They tried to put us in the ground But they didn't know we were seeds I've been through things You can't believe everything I speak I will achieve I am a different breed of rapper Known to blast ya Overflowed with good vernacular Beat the game computer hacker Took the stairs then used a ladder Screws fell out then used a hammer Used the hammer to advance a whole career they can't abuse or even tamper Even scatter even shatter even after I am gone in the rafters [Verse 3] My top 5 consists of the top guys me me me me and me as the top guy I do not connect with you niggas no Wi-Fi You fake, what rhymes? Sci-fi I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by 10 minute rap leave nothing in the archive You niggas rap but really only part time I'm about to separate myself like a apartheid I'm built to last I'm built to kill I will not stop I cannot stop I never will they call me trash I hear their words I cannot feel I'm full of anger pop a pill a metaphor for numbing pain with skillful skill I love the thrill the rush the chill I love the hate pre-requisite to being great you hear my words I hope they fucking resonate