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Imma slide into some intolerance for my behavior, But let’s be real, I’m your savior. Y’all bland as hell, need a dose of my flavor, I’m the spark in the static, the crowd elevator. I like my women like I like my coffee, to be real smooth while I creamer, She grins and laughs, says, “Couldn’t go any deeper.” Ain’t no mystery, you gotta learn how to treat her, ’Cause if you wanna keep a queen, better know how to please her. I’m getting real tired of this boring shit, Gimme a second while I take another hit. Oh, fuck yeah—that’s a real kick, Now sit back, relax, let me show you what you missed. Y’all ain’t felt this since the days of my old hits, I disappeared ‘cause I got sick of that counterfeit shit. Everybody chasing trends, nobody taking risks, Now I’m back with the blueprint and a venomous twist. I’m back in the game, yeah, remember the name, Some recognize the face, some forgotten the flame. But who can I blame? Fame rewires the brain, Makes a king doubt the throne while he’s breaking the chains. Now I’m back with the pressure, ain’t playing it safe, Every bar like a blade, every beat gets flayed. If you thought I was done, better pray you awake, ’Cause I came to remind ’em what legends create. When you taste a little fame, it invades your veins, Starts whispering lies while it feeds your praise. Makes you think your only purpose is applause on a stage, Till you wake up one morning as a ghost in a cage. See, my aim was to make this whole fuckin' game look tame, Set the booth on fire while they copied me… lame. Every syllable sharpened, every punchline aimed, While these rappers chase clout, I was building a name. I’m allergic to average, got a habit for damage, Leave a microphone cracked like I snapped while manic. Independent with the madness, every track cinematic, They be talking like titans but the numbers ain’t matching. So if you hear the bass shake, that’s the warning bell, I climbed out the grave that complacency hell. No gimmicks, no filters, no stories to sell, Just a pen and a chip that I carry too well. Look, I’m back now, bitches, and I’m better than ever, Don’t believe me? Then we ain’t birds of a feather. Me and my brothers plan to come up together, Standing through every storm, handling every weather. If you’re scared of the pressure, stay down on the leather, I was forged in the fire, now I’m hard or whatever. This ain’t luck, this is hunger, this is blood in a letter, And I’m leaving the game in a place that is better.