Ooh, ooh (I still) Ooh, ooh Broken into pieces You know you're the reason Never been defeated 'Cause I didn't need it You make your decisions (You make your decisions) You say you didn't mean it (You say you ain't mean it) I was blinded by love, I guess Couldn't even see it (Yeah) It's over now I'm unbothered by it You're jaded now I'm feelin' too lit Don't come back now Please keep your distance No longer missin' what we had So I wish you well (Farewell) I wish you well (Farewell) You gave me hell, oh well I still wish you well I wish you well (I wish you well, farewell) I wish you well (I wish you well, farewell) You gave me hell (You gave me hell), oh well I still wish you well Unbothered, unbothered Unbothered, unbothered Unbothered, unbothered Unbothered, unbothered Unbothered, unbothered It's over now I'm unbothered by it You're jaded now I'm feelin' too lit Don't come back now Please keep your distance No longer missin' what we had So I wish you well (Farewell) I wish you well (Farewell) You gave me hell, oh well I still wish you well I wish you well (I wish you well, farewell) I wish you well (I wish you well, farewell) You gave me hell (You gave me hell), oh well I still wish you well Unbothered, unbothered Ooh, ooh (I still) Ooh, ooh

Fuck yo only fans I'm trynna drive in a fancy bens Take over many lands Many men will never land On the level i am Press my buttons like will.i.am Fuck around wit yo plans Got you saying "where am i" Bitch! I'm hell-bent Bitch! I'm hell sent Terrorizing MTL I'm the MVP Niggas gonna envy me Them girls still love me Hate me Or Praise me I'm scoring LIKE KOBE Ready to go against everybody Nothing will stop me Moving lowkey like a Rollie Sky high shooting like Tony Making my enemies Crash on every lane If my mic is empty I'm fighting like tory lanes Blackyd the threat to any man See i don't need aim to make it bang Mic and Pen do their thing Rapper may die in pain Smack a hoe with an ace of spade Tell'em "im the saint of this game" Blazing the holy flames Preaching the holy name (BLACKYD) We'll take your money (PAY ME) You'll believe in the only mane Welcome to Black's Church We louder than Black Churches Selling music like crack rocks That's why my hood worship me And i never had to kill nobody Can't be wiring you money When my mommy want retiring I'm hiring all the hungry winners Those who rat us out Finna lose their head Through these 39 steps You follow steps I make steps Do i need to explain We don't speak the same language I speak cash and stacks You speak cash app I'm on a victory lap Outrun me gonna cost yo kneecap Fuck bustin caps When I want to own the MTL map So people will know Its always been BLAC K Y D Nobody can fuck with me BLAC K Y D on the fucking beat BLAC K Y D can't nobody fuck with me BLAC K Y D on the fucking beat Bitch

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)

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

Bitch I'm not playing with you When I get the broom These roaches know they doom I'm lyrically dangerous like MF DOOM Who trynna act hood When they be good with 5.0 5 hoes trynna get theirs holes poked Poke some foes with the filero Hoes talking about Dinero Like they didn't have to blow some load I know some crips and blood who be the gooniest They be cool and bool Until you does some uncool They gonna cock the tool And poke some holes inside of you Never been a goon Never ran my lips Because I ain't no bitch If you're a snitch or a switch You get the stitch I burn the bridge and the village I kill the flow like miscarriage In the rap game you get no privilege BlacKyd killing the game And closing the gate and your fate I escalate while you debate I am the saint of the rap game I spit the flame and put the shame The lame trynna claim my name Stay in your motherfucking lane For I cut the brake Like Bane, I break theirs backs You lack the skills to kill BlacKyd