Yeah, I got hella fans who want me to drop And a couple lames who pray that I flop It's fuck what you say, I still reign on top I always get laid, girls say that I'm hot I feel on her cake, I stay in her box She ask what I'm paid, I get paid a lot I always spit game, my game is on lock These rappers are fake and they can get bopped (Uh) I had a girl say I hit her for her mouth I replied you only hit me for the clout (True) The energy you give comes back around So when it does, don't complain that shit isn't allowed (No) I been quarantine my whole life now Always indoors avoiding a crowd This feels like my everyday life So it's easy for me, but for you it's a mile (Yeah, Yeah) Fuck this, can't you tell I run shit? Rappers love to talk 'tuff, but they never done shit I stay jotting in lab, AKA the dungeon Droppin' heat, so you know I'm not the to fuck with See to me, y'all are weak, nobody can touch this I just sleep, with groupies, that I love to bust in Who is he, who is me? The one they're in love with Look I think you should leave, because I'm the gunman I'm gunnin' everybody in sight (Boom) I'm a motherfuckin' savage on the mic I'm a motherfuckin' savage with the pipe I'm a motherfuckin' savage typa guy It's money over bitches, the quote of my life I'm done catchin' feeling, I only catching flights I won't buy you a gift, I'd rather buy a knife And cut off all you bitches, then go out tonight I'm a sex addict, I always gotta have it I'm not proud of it, but fuck it, I'm smashin' I got a bad past, my wife gotta get passed it I'm not her father but she call me daddy I like my girls thick, ghetto and nasty I didn't know I can get hoes from rappin' I got Trojans when they try to get at me I'm running through them all like a motherfucking athlete Ugh, I think I need to chill (Chill) I think I need to chill (Chill) Ten million streams in a month Spotify paying my bills (Aye) I entertain hella labels Knowing that I won't sign a deal (No) I listen to their game plan Then take it for myself if I'ma be real I'm chillin' walking around in flip flops Watchin' people use my music all over TikTok You can plot on me, but I won't get got People thinking I'ma fail, I be like bitch, watch Got girls on me like Sik's D bomb He's friends with the guy teen mom I'm not guy your girls can leach on Yeah, they can call Sik God, I forever preach on, damn Haha, aye-aye

Clueless, foolish Tell me how to do this right Young and restless We could leave you breathless If the moment's right, ooh Always looking in between Finding myself and things unseen I think it's 19 Oh maybe it's just 19 Thinking I should maybe leave 'Cause independence is the key I think it's 19 Oh maybe it's just 19 I don't claim to know it all But I've always known exactly what I want I think the writing's on the wall 'Cause who I am has never been enough See me, I'm beggin' for attention Wallflower but I still want an invitation Clueless, foolish Tell me how to do this right Young and restless We could leave you breathless If the moment's right, ooh Always looking in between Finding myself and things unseen I think it's 19 Oh maybe it's just 19 Thinking I should maybe leave 'Cause independence is the key I think it's 19 Oh maybe it's just 19 Yeah, I think I got it bad Mom pretends she still loves dad I swear we'll never make the same mistakes Our fallen apples disintegrate See me, I'm beggin' for attention Wallflower but I still want an invitation Clueless foolish Tell me how to do this right Young and restless We could leave you breathless If the moment's right, ooh

You be fuckin with the lame niggas Be fucking with the same bitches Listenin to the same rappers (WHOA) Thinkin the game own them It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game Nameless rappers trynna flex his chains But he gets none else than shame Low niggas better stay in their slow lane Don't say my name like candy mane Flexing like gucci mane But get finessed like Trini James Versace and Gucci, these niggas the same Never been a gangbanger They claim to be in a gang When they get caught it's blame game Now the pussies is in a gangbang You talking guns like Hitman But you the one getting hit man Quit the fake gang, before they lock yo lifespan You be fuckin with the lame niggas Be fucking with the same bitches Listenin to the same rappers (WHOA) Thinkin the game own them It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game No opps can be on my side No thots can be on my line Thots be switching sides You on the opposite side like 69 Make your eyes go blind from my shine Rhymes hit you like a Tech Nine Rapid Fire like Tech N9ne Grabs yo knife, you won't be fine Check out for your spine I'll grab the mic, you won't be found Check out for your shine Turn this game into Columbine Burn these lame clowns to the ground It's fame or shame in this round Bitch niggas wanna wear Givenchy and Fendi But can't make fucking spaghetti Just another nigga trynna leave the ghetto Hoes ass niggas wanna talking all that shit But yo ass get pound on ghetto gaggers Stop acting like you Gotti When your pussy get exposed on snapchat Brag, jack and smack i never lack Black fat cat attacks the rats Grab the cash and run like flash BlacKyd give PTSD Bitch i'm the realest don dada I'm Montana with clips for bars No more skies, when i set the limits You be fuckin with the lame niggas Be fucking with the same bitches Listenin to the same rappers (WHOA) Thinkin the game own them It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game It's fame or shame in this game

I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) BlacKyd BlacKyd, bars on magma They lack saliva to low the lava Spit back to make your flow go seca Gonna take the globe over like Sega Hand them the rope like Red Omega Ban their hope for the low levels Hoe ass nigga giving blow for a promo Weird hoes talking bizz like Bizarro I turn the heroes into zeroes I turn the flow into subzero I froze my foes like subzero Toe to toe i beat'em up Flow to Flow i hit'em up Slow ass nigga i stay on top Slow ass nigga i stay on top You stay talking but ain't pull up I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I'm a superior emperor Don't compare me to inferior empire Can't pair me with them like water and fire I slaughter the game with a laughter like Joker Your rappers getting expire better retire My mind behave like Darkseid the ruler They said I'd be the next loser I brought trauma to your favorite rapper (BLACK BLACK BLACK) Take their fucking chain n make their neck loose (WHOA) I burn those fuckers and fake rappers Bunch of bitches doing the walk of shame They be sucking dicks for fake fame Make them scream goddamn like Famous Dex I'm a fucking threat to your crackheads Agress their progress, make them stress like unsafe sex Fuck'em i'm the greatest no one can contest I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat) I go hardcore on the fucking beat (Beat)

They called my designer fake I can't blame them They're the same Who gets Louis for 40$ Back then I got finessed He flexed that lil 200$ But I flip it for more This hoe from New York I knew he was a dork Turning on me for a corny whore (Bitch ass nigga Fuck you) But how can I worry If the gym got me gorgeous I can get braggadocio Cuz I'm happy and healthy Only missing habibi Balenci' got me looking both ways Cuz with this drip I can't keep balance (WOAH) My bread is always full Green Lettuce, Tomatoes And red onion on top Meat and blue cheese below Deadbeats will rent on the net But how can I worry When they're beneath me The teeth on my Givenchy Aren't shows Used to put hoes on chokehold Lemme see if I wasn't lucky I'll be the type to buy a city And get them to disown you I'll be playing monopoly With MTL real soon Soon to be a superstar Doing big move And I just started I'd be mad too If a nigga was Doing more than me Making more than me Living better than me I'll be wealthy When my homies turn greedy When my enemies will sue me But I'm Blac KYD the MVP Always been an NWA I can't go down so Easily (EAZY E) Like I said How can I worry When they only wanna fit it While I'm happy and winning I'm a reminder of their failure I don't want followers I want money makers Kelis brings the milkshake Blackyd brings the bacon Who the fuck scaring me Bitch Get off my body The dough brings all the hoes to the yard And they're like, we're better with you Damn right, where were you before I could leave you, and it wouldn't matter

Snitch Niggas Switch Niggas Clout Chasers Lame Niggas Cock suckers hating on the come up They ain't even gonna pull up Hoes in wolf clothing My hood don't claim that bullshit Bitch ass cut the shit Bitch ass cut the shit Bitch ass cut the shit Bitch ass cut the shit Hoes ass wanna talk about my flaws I remember when one phone call Almost had his teeth fall If you ain't gonna brawl You better crawl away I used to pack a blade Back in tenth grade If someone tried to cut me a fade Thank God, i didn't have to payback How you gonna act tough with your gang When yo sister hangs with the streets the most Clout Chaser lie the most Snitch niggas talk the most All i know is that Shooters leave them moist They'll do a 69 Just to pillow talk on you Boyz in the hood turned into Gossip Gils Better get yo makeup on When you cocksuck for clout Lame niggas wanna hate on me Cuz i get the best clothes The Best hoes And the money still comes under low Niggas turned into hoes for some dinero Then they get stab with the filero No cap, I've been killing since 01 I've been slapping them out their naps Don't come at Blackyd If you lack the skill I give them chill Leave them ill Blackyd always been a killer I'm not a gangster I ain't got no gauge But I ain't running from smoke I inhale the smoke But you the one coughing