Lyrics

Aye yo
Elementary students always talking reckless
But luckily I graduated
**** want attention so bad that it's hella baited
**** watch a podcast their feelings getting elevated my God
They mad cause I'm the Rap God **** don't never mention my name unless your five guys
Delivering orders I'm the Lieutenant rocking three stars
Fuck a top five if I'm the one upon the sea saw
These **** don't match my weight and I can easily see it
They babble on a word salad using words with no meaning
Cause these bars in this spar real trash delete it I promise
You really don't want me up in my bag cause it gets real ugly when I start it will last my ****
My pen too sharp to paint art with
I tear shit to shreds like it's hard to see on carpets
It's the fire in they eyes and my talent the one thing that sparked it ****
I had to waste a beat on these ****
The talent so discrete it's so different umh
These **** reach they peak go figure
And I'm chilling on album ain't released yet
A classic after classic a **** had to go reset
A click full of no names **** a bunch of rejects
They really don't want problems they bluffing
They think writing rhymes a tall task but it's nothing
Give me five minutes
Ain't this how a boxer move swinging from defenses
It's Mayweather out of retirement you keep playing with matches gonna learn how the fire get
Known for always starting shit and trust me I finish
Take a leap you fall short now you stuck in the trenches my ****
Yeah yeah
I'm still going
Elementary students always talking reckless
But luckily I graduated
**** want attention so bad that it's hella baited
**** watch a podcast their feelings getting elevated my God
I'm tired of **** talking so much
Always lying on they dick about the bitches they fucked
Always asking for a favor disappear in the clutch
Always riding coat tails till the driver mess up
Then they wanna act different then they back on your nuts my ****
Munee and lord Brunson can only match the pen
And even them **** know better you they know what time it is the Rap God
Written by: DeAngelo Xavier Edmond, Troy Herod
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