[Verse 1] Uh yea I’m not convinced, On what you haters think about me nah everything you guys do from All da lazy raps You make, It’s nothing for da food chain, Nothing for me uh nah it doesn’t benefit My self-esteem Only boosts my ego Never for you flings, All you guys are liars and feins Never less your stupid memes Could never get to me, Mind your manners bitch When your talking to a savage There’s nothing about it, Cut da lies, I’m cutting ties, I’m here for da rise, I’m in your mind, Creepin in your mind, Don’t mind me I’m in this shit, Up in this, like this, No bullshit can tempt this, Dirty as Menstrual your for da streets tho I’m in my peek, don’t mind tho So deep in this beat, Cus I’m a fucking beast, Yea I got da heat, Got da fire in my veins Mix it with da gasoline Bout to Go boom, [Instrumental solo] [Verse 2] Uh yuh uh yea I eat your bullshit like their tater tots Food for thought Fuck your thoughts I’m nothing good for your rots Yea da brain rots I get da cadences With da movements People ask me where da K is I tell em none your business, Quit with da bullshit hacks I just tell em that ill be right back But I ain’t coming back, I ignore your ass, While I spit these facts Your ignorance can’t last With da arrogance, Fuck that (uh) yea You should know that, When your tryna come with me With your bullshit (like nah) it’s not gonna get to me, I won’t let it get to me, (“What the fuck you mean?”) I mean your bullshit is for da streets Don’t take it out on me, You haters this ain’t no gimmick, [Instrumental l solo] [Verse 3] Fuck what you have to mention This ain’t good for da present, You stupid adolescents I’m one too, but I don’t take this shit to offense, Got you losing about in this, With my hot shit, oh bitch, Take shit, take this, Don’t mind me ima take your bitch, Cus your gonna hate me Call this shit finesse Cus I’m ballin this Fuck this (yea this) fucking mob bitch ima rapper (yea) Who came from da bottom Yea you haters take diss uh, Fuck your fake shit, I’ll take your bitch And fuck her like this ain’t no Epstein files Don’t mention files got you looking wild, I come with style, and this shit is drippy style [instrumental solo]  [Verse 4] “Can I confess that your shit is lame” You say “what the fuck you mean?” “I mean you lack self-esteem When you think you can take Da beam you can’t take da heat” Uh yea haters think they can take Whatever, nah You lame as hell take da L Ding dong goes da bell, Yea you betta take da L I ain’t gonna fail, Got you looking like shark tales, Got da shark bite, take a hike, Nothing for your sight, Ima menace right? Screw that shi tight, Up tight, down tight, Damn right, Fuck I might Take your girl that’s right Im da realist of da fight, And if you haters think, Imma lose then you got sum coming Little bitch!
