Look
Almost every time I write, I'm picking up a pen full of spite
Sonic sonnets from a chronic mind of strife
It's a war going on Imma fight
Eyes blinded by the dark I raise hell till the day I see the light
Wishing eloquent rhymes would counter venomous strikes
I'm sipping Henny with sprite
Hoping shit get me right
And I've been feeling like
Life's a bitch, so before I die
I'm finna finger fuck that hoe till she screaming she mine
Bitch Imma motherfuckin' classic and I came with the heat
I came a long way from the times that I was thieving to eat
You motherfuckers wanna bark but you ain't biting the beast
I'm convinced bitch, ain't nobody fucking with me
This shit the evidence: elephant up in the fucking room I spit intelligence
Might as well be god, the way they speak to me with reverence or deference
Either way I'm heaven sent
I flourish like a flower made it out the dirt with elegance
Grinding for some better days
Steady on my paper chase and
I could give a fuck 'bout what you hating bitches gotta say
And I was caught up in my ways
But now I'm coming for the top because lil' bitch it's time to elevate

Whoa, uh, uh, look
All these rappers doing challenges, not a challenge to me (Ooo)
Holy shit, this too unbalanced all of my talents' too clean (Yea)
If you want proof then let this verse be the receipt
Still got two songs to release
Your girl gon put 'em all on repeat
Put 'em all on rotation
Bitch you know my reputation
Let 'em hating bitches say shit
I'm in every single conversation
New sensations coming soon, this To Our Generation
TOG three homies from OC
From the 04 and 03
Man it's no more of these OGs
We taking over the trophies
We breaking borders overseas
Scale is only getting bigger slowly now
Tunnel vision turn the low beams on
Riding 'round in a four-seater
Sorry, TOG we members only AH

Yea, (YEA)
Yea, (YEA)
Yea, (OOH)
(OOH OOH OOH)
Yea (OKAY)
Yea I'm back on my rap shit
You know Imma go and get it (Get it)
Yea, bitch I never take back shit
You know I'm unapologetic
Your rap's synthetic, fucking pathetic
These pussy ass rappers I cannot be sympathetic
Schooling all you bitches man I'm feeling academic
You know that I'm impatient, embedded in my genetics
I got projects on projects, getting used to the pressure
She asked me how I do it
I told her it's whatever
Look around me, nobody could do it better
Like this motherfucking album guess who put this shit together (Damn)
Huh? Huh? Yea
Danté View that's me (That's me)
Foot on the pedal like a Seoul city taxi
Huh? Yea
Tell me why ur girl's in my backseat
Uh, wait, look
Goddamn, I thought she was elegant
Gobbled up and swallowed my kids, she a pelican
Veterans sinking like sediment
Damn better get on my level
Fuck The Etiquette (Fuck it)
My bros told me they want some hard shit
You know my flow's too nasty I don't wash it (Ew)
I'm out here moving with no caution
Open that shit up, I'm not talking 'bout no moshpits

Okay, every single year
More and more role models turn to peers
But they ain't that impressive as they appeared
Or maybe it's me that leveled up a tier
Moving too fast I gotta switch gears
Yea
I could see my vision too clearly
Your big success is a theory
Wrap up ur rapping right now sincerely
Uh, she said, "Danté View why you so cocky"
I mean like who's gonna stop me? (Who's gonna stop me?)
Yea, I told her, "why u keep talking?"
Then she continued to top me
Yea, whoa
Drippin' like some chicken teriyaki
Drippin' hard like I'm Issey Miyake
Yea, bitches love my heat like Takis
All you fake rappers wanna copy
Too many flow switch
Over the dosage
Fuckers better go write their own shit
(Go write your own shit)
She likes that slow shit
She like that motion
Turned my backseat into the ocean, whoa
Sipping that potion
Bring the commotion
I don't give a fuck about promotions
I don't give a fuck about who
These bitches cannot get on my view
Flexing their daddy money, homie that's cute
Prada, Louie, Gucci in their lyrics, what's new
You falling too hard, better get a parachute
Goddamn shit's fire when I put it on mute
TOG we rolling with the team
Our POV, go see it on the screen
Visuals by Justin Shin and Leeji on the beat
Too complete
All these bitches just can't compete, like OOO