make sure to like n follow fr [verse 1] do you remember the first time they whispered my name now they mumblin words i got em slippin like rain aint no umbrella could cover ya bloodll just color ya put you underground like its cellular tellin ya body a rapper i lift up his soul like a gospel choir the ironll peel him like vitamins leave em expired talkin bout bread well i get the dough and then stack it up higher foes in the fryer burn em like tires homie im wired [bridge] (what brrrta pata brrrta the syllables flippin i scatter the rhythm and hit em like) huh [verse 2] i dont understand a single word you slurrin must be the bourbon servin the verdict burn em and turn em to vermin talkin bout racks i got more cheese than a vermins burden bullets in the macll leave em holy like the sermon workin pull up in a rover clappin the heat like controllers turn ya top into a folder leave ya bendin like a shoulder used to live off ramen now im eatin steak from the porter house got a porter now bringin more to house drillin em like im workin construction the function eruptin i pull the piece and i peace out discussion is nothin you cappin i pop the lid off ya feel like a muffin you tough in the comments but real life you softer than stuffing [chorus] unapologetic set it let the metal ring got the opposition droppin you can hear em scream bodies pilin up the cemeterys gettin full another rapper talkin reckless add him to the pull [verse 3] man im on a different tip pockets like a businessman flow be jumpin out the gym feelin like its instagram shorty love the bezel now she wetter than a river dam told her bring a friend now i got em both in minute hands the time tickin every second is a murder rate aint talkin bout a dinner when i send ya to the pearly gates you aint got the sauce i got the recipe the curry great she ridin on the wave and i aint even have to surf today [verse 4] see you aint messin with the menace i diminish any rapper thinkin he the realest he the fakest better finish i just hit em with precision like a laser beam hit his cap now he aint got no top like a stadium pull up with the clique its a horror scene got a long nose in the coat it aint quarantine heard you was talkin real reckless we order things now you in the box tied up jordan threes