(Hey, Rossy)

This not gonna be like that old s**t

This that new s**t

Flip the script

Go back to front

I spit with wit

Will crack you up

You hit the rig

You hack a lung

My vision big

You lacking one (One, one)

Flip the script

Go back to front

I spit with wit

Will crack you up

You hit the rig

You hack a lung

My vision big

You lacking one (You don't have one)

Been rapping rhythms since the hair on my chest

Y'all scared of what's next (Y'all ain't ready)

Stare into my lyrics, and it's clear I'm obsessed (It's pretty clear)

I don't think you've ever had to bury a friend

Checked the prints with Hungarian Red

Read into my raps

That's authoritarian trend

Set the trend with poison ink

Cause terror with my pen

Side of fries and burger from McDonald's

That's your supper

Why should I have heard ya song?

My dog will bark and get some numbers (Woof, woof)

Flyest guy—I'm on your block

Might be your friends, but we some brothers

Shot a cracker on the spot

For daily quota, need another

My words an elevator

I just leveled up

So see ya later

Hello to the haters

They're everywhere, so be aware

Devil true spectator

Never touch the players—there to scare

Rebel really rhyming

Feeling like a viral narrator

I think of why I do this (Why?)

Ever since I heard The Blueprint (The Blueprint)

Couldn't stop the music

Knock you out like LL Cool did

Blow some doe, bro

I ain't foolish

I'm not gonna rap like you did (Like you did)

This gonna be that new s**t (That new s**t)

This gonna be that new s**t (New s**t)

I think of why I do this (Why?)

Ever since I heard the FOOD s**t (the FOOD s**t)

The classic tape that DOOM did (that DOOM did)

The urge to rap ain't lose it (Ain't lose it)

Blowing O's in stus while dudes spit (While dudes spit)

I'm not gonna rap like you did (Like you did)

This gonna be that new shit, uh (New shit)

This gonna be that new shit, uh (New shit)