(Verse)
Back to work I'm back again, been a pretty long time hit it back with the pen again
Smoke y'all soon I'ma get a cancer, big pen out ain't back "On The Real" again
I'm back from the dungeon straight from hell, nine-nine with the beat finna make you freeze
Make a jump from the top building when I reach on the ground then I makin' a hit
Way bad I'ma gank y'all, nigga finna get it
Many many niggas wanna fake it til they make it— can I cake it? Back in the kitchen I'ma bake it
I'm a god in the makin'
Wake up in the morning feeling crazy
Back in the kill mode who wanna face me? Thought so too whеn I hit it with the pen
I'm the bеst yeah nigga, so y'all finna hate
Got some work, had a minimal wage
Told myself, "man I gotta get a pay!"
Walk in the class, I'ma gimme that A
Head in my locker yeah I'm looking for space
I, fuck with no wannabe, step in a studio oh my I'm panickin'
My skill got you fathoming
I'm a real hardcore so soon I'm flying in
You only get what you work for, never what you wish for— came in back in beast mode
I'm a beast motherfucker so y'all better pay homage, I don't fuck wit' you hoes
Keep ya hood talk antics minimal, watch with keen the way I rip em syllables
Reppin' the south side ain't got no crowd but I'm finna get it yeah
Wanna feel offended motherfucker? Then you feel it hella crazy nigga many many niggas wanna fake it til they make it when they get the money hitting on the atm nigga feeling like a hater soon finna make it hey—
Lemmi get you elevated to another level levitating in the air thinking bout the days go, when I hit it with the pen feel the pain, oh me. Had to keep the old me to become an OG, that's real
Leave it to me
I'm finna make it come up to me
I'm finna make you to crown me the King
I'm finna put you on my itinerary
Then finna kill you, bury in the field
I'm finna make up a mill, out the the fields
My skills are somewhat weak but I'm finna get good eventually—
You a king? Damn, fuck who knows?
To all cappers, man fuck you all
I'm not hatin', just sayin', Boutross your so-called "bars" are lazy
Middle finger for you niggas, if you think that you way better I'ma get you down to ya knees I'ma kill you motherfuckers when I pull a trigger like Reggie Miller never miss ain't done wit' a flex on a beat
Don't pull with the shit like
"Damn Hyper, yeah you made it! Recall me back from the ol' days?"
Oops! I don't, I think you crazy
Hate me, go ahead, talk trash motherfucker better get it, can't faze me
Can't face me, I'm way good on the mic
But y'all niggas just ain't good like I (true)
I'm way too cold you be needing a coat
I got the juice and infinity flows
I be the nigga, I'm giving you more
Niggas are missin', a range fallin' short!
Pulling a trigger yo' rappers are not G.O.A.Ts!
Passin' the time I'm buildin' myself
I'll be the nigga you calling a rap god
BET I promise you feeling my flex
I got the guts, I be kickin' ya ass
Talking some trash you better run
I'm making plans, of takin' the crown
Coupe de tat on all of you clowns
I know I'm better than mosta you niggas
Feeling my heat? I'm reppin' the realers
Keepin' it trill
Way too calm, but lethal like I'm Hollow Ichigo
Back to work I'm back again, been a pretty long time hit it back with the pen again
Smoke y'all soon I'ma get a cancer, big pen out ain't back "On The Real" again
I'm back from the dungeon straight from hell, nine-nine with the beat finna make you freeze
Make a jump from the top building when I reach on the ground then I makin' a hit
Way bad I'ma gank y'all, nigga finna get it
Many many niggas wanna fake it til they make it— can I cake it? Back in the kitchen I'ma bake it
I'm a god in the makin'
Wake up in the morning feeling crazy
Back in the kill mode who wanna face me? Thought so too whеn I hit it with the pen
I'm the bеst yeah nigga, so y'all finna hate
Got some work, had a minimal wage
Told myself, "man I gotta get a pay!"
Walk in the class, I'ma gimme that A
Head in my locker yeah I'm looking for space
I, fuck with no wannabe, step in a studio oh my I'm panickin'
My skill got you fathoming
I'm a real hardcore so soon I'm flying in
You only get what you work for, never what you wish for— came in back in beast mode
I'm a beast motherfucker so y'all better pay homage, I don't fuck wit' you hoes
Keep ya hood talk antics minimal, watch with keen the way I rip em syllables
Reppin' the south side ain't got no crowd but I'm finna get it yeah
Wanna feel offended motherfucker? Then you feel it hella crazy nigga many many niggas wanna fake it til they make it when they get the money hitting on the atm nigga feeling like a hater soon finna make it hey—
Lemmi get you elevated to another level levitating in the air thinking bout the days go, when I hit it with the pen feel the pain, oh me. Had to keep the old me to become an OG, that's real
Leave it to me
I'm finna make it come up to me
I'm finna make you to crown me the King
I'm finna put you on my itinerary
Then finna kill you, bury in the field
I'm finna make up a mill, out the the fields
My skills are somewhat weak but I'm finna get good eventually—
You a king? Damn, fuck who knows?
To all cappers, man fuck you all
I'm not hatin', just sayin', Boutross your so-called "bars" are lazy
Middle finger for you niggas, if you think that you way better I'ma get you down to ya knees I'ma kill you motherfuckers when I pull a trigger like Reggie Miller never miss ain't done wit' a flex on a beat
Don't pull with the shit like
"Damn Hyper, yeah you made it! Recall me back from the ol' days?"
Oops! I don't, I think you crazy
Hate me, go ahead, talk trash motherfucker better get it, can't faze me
Can't face me, I'm way good on the mic
But y'all niggas just ain't good like I (true)
I'm way too cold you be needing a coat
I got the juice and infinity flows
I be the nigga, I'm giving you more
Niggas are missin', a range fallin' short!
Pulling a trigger yo' rappers are not G.O.A.Ts!
Passin' the time I'm buildin' myself
I'll be the nigga you calling a rap god
BET I promise you feeling my flex
I got the guts, I be kickin' ya ass
Talking some trash you better run
I'm making plans, of takin' the crown
Coupe de tat on all of you clowns
I know I'm better than mosta you niggas
Feeling my heat? I'm reppin' the realers
Keepin' it trill
Way too calm, but lethal like I'm Hollow Ichigo
( Hypershott Chozen )
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