Lil Arrogant (feat. Joey Bada$$ & Russ)

This what you all been waitin' for, ain't it?

What people paid paper for, dammit

This that goin' to the gun range with the click, clack, pow, aiming

That boy from PG, but D.C. still claim him

And I ain't gotta act like I'm from there, I'm real

Some rappers, they trick you, they Copperfield

Act tough as a gold medal, you link 'em, they daffodil

Meanwhile, I'm just runnin' back kick returns on the field

Where the Redskins be losin', but we gon' support 'em still

That's how you know where our loyalty at

So place a bet against me, where your royalties at?

I bet I leave your ass streamed of your fourteen percent

Then fuck on yo bitch, my dick named Mutombo, I'm lit

I rub on her clit, she drip, then I cum on her tits

How common is this to spit like a fuckin' attempt?

I'm murdering shit, I flip, then I leave your ass flipped

I flip the script, then skip to your fuckin' event

I take the check and dip, moments later it's spent

You take the check and shit, it's enough for your rents

So how the fuck you telling me that I ain't good enough, prick?

Ah, I think that I'm top ten, top five

Top three, top two, top one, and I'm still not done

Trump supporters' daughters love me, so I still think we won

She on her knees for that black thing, no Kaepernick, I copped the neck

Bad man, uh

Here's what you been waitin' for, ain't it?

It's a portrait, if you can see the picture, paint it

I ain't got to explain it, this lane, I done paved it

I done paid my dues, now I'm just collecting payments

One verse, that's gon' be your whole life savings

If I was you, I'd be makin' funeral arrangements

These bars, I could be leaving your mind in enslavement

Hit you with the bar that I'm raisin', I come in, gun blazin'

We gon' see who get the last laugh

It's funny, 'cause these **** always trippin' off the past

Think this shit a joke till somebody get smoked

Choked, off the very words that they spoke

Listen here though, it's gettin' near close

'Bout to blow your brains through your fuckin' earlobes

This one, the kid been gon' for a while, they missed him

Patient with the shot, when we blast off, won't miss him

(Somebody gon' die tonight)

Rappers see me, but don't say shit like they don't have vocals

And they be dissin' on the socials like they don't have Pro Tools

They big you up until you're big enough

I guess the love was never real, as if I really give a fuck

I'm already eight figures up

Y'all are in the minors still, I'm Willie Mays

Y'all still jumpin' out of bed for 50K

I roll back over and continue fuckin' all y'all's favorite

I'm the greatest, I'm not stoppin' until all y'all say it

I'm court-side, closin' multi-million dollar deals

Then we celebrate, eat Italian, thousand dollar meals

I'm in Lake Como, you stay in NoHo, the hate is promo

I play solo, women take photos, ride me like they play Polo

My crew solid, new problems, my day ones' deserve two commas

A few dollars moves nada, we still act the same, you not a

Part of the formula that put me here, so fuck you

When the second album drops, watch who they all run to