Yeah, see every fucking thing I write I know the fans love it You sound like everybody else just a drop in the bucket Fuck it nothing can stop me this shit inevitable Never go up against someone who might be impenetrable That's a no-no, I don't know though Y'all asleep just grab the notes Or walk it Off like Sam & Frodo I'ma keep it on the low-low You a flop, Solo I'm a rhyme crusher a fucking dying breed yeah I'm a Blockbuster When I be on my shit they like there he go again Don't battle me motherfucker see I ain't got no friends I don't got no hobbies homie all I've got is time and I won't hesitate to spend a weekend on a single rhyme See I'm a fickle bitch, don't let me hit the switch I will go off on any beat just listen to Pickle Rick And I make it look simple, but see it really isn't Imagine Neil Degrasse Tyson talking 'bout astrophysics Fuck it it's back to business Making some brash decisions If you want to get to me you gotta cross some burning bridges Vision and skill to meet it Homie respect the booth I'm Kevin Feige on the beat building my MCU (MCU) Because this is, like, my own universe, you know what I'm saying? Yeah I'm, probably the next I Don't really give a fuck about the industry like all the rest try So follow me I can promise you'll be left in the dust And I'mma leave your family crying more than watching This Is Us Heavily hated because some people really think I made it But I barely sell and never get noticed in public places I'm trying to pop like it's a bottle of champagne in faces Man I'm on the up and up and your career is Nicholas Cage's (woo!) It's hella spacious sitting at the top And I like watching all their faces when the music drops You're Michael Bay, I'm Chris Nolan with Interstellars plot You couldn't even afford a fuckin' seat up on my train of thought Yeah, deal with it, when I be up on a mic and I'm killing it feelin' a Burst of skill and you feeling it knowing I'll always be keeping it real and it's just Simply the etiquette when I be up on a beat and I'm getting it Better step back and respect it cos this is party time excellent Yeah it's my world, they said this shit knocks I'm the bomb you might find me up in Obama's mail box Uh, you keep your opinion to yourself, pimpin' Listen to lyrics get that mumble shit out of your system The only time I see some paint that's on my whip dripping Is when I'm dipping into an eighth of psilocybin trippin' Ay, loving the way every day they just keep Talking I'm looking at them I'm going in like MGK and Eminem Pick up the pen I'm a modern miracle of sorts Tell them to flame on and they Marvel, I am the Human Torch You talking dreams but you're scared to get off your stupid porch And I just made a living off pulling the cart before the horse And you support this shit, thank you I'm feeling fortunate They say that boy is sick like my head is in a bowl of porcelain I'm bored of writing songs so I'm buying a Ouija Board and Conjuring a spirit and starting a band with some zombie corpses If I get a hold of Chester, Mac Miller, Avicii And Aretha, Prodigy and Little Peep I'll only play clubs in Ibiza Y'all claim woke but y'all still sleeping You must be joking Joaquin Phoenix Shouts to Tec, your shit's great Rewind the plate this shit might just be a boomerang A rock star without the fame I'm a mosh pit Fucking your universe up, I'm Rian Johnson Back to the nonsense Bitch please don't kill my vibe I only love my bed my mom - and fuck it never mind Yeah, and now we hearing record label talks See they don't open doors, I am the one who knocks We used to spend entire days playing Tony Hawk And now the nerds from in your class are the one's getting jocked (woo) I'm taking Joyner, G-Eazy and Logic, Sage Slug, Vinnie Paz, Futuristic and Hopsin Mix some emo shit Some anger some angst and some Comments then you got me 72 bars dropping Yeah, go back and count em There'll still be someone in the comments Section talking shit, that's cool man I get it I love you