[Lyric] HOSTILE. (I5 of AAM)

[verse 1]
Sliced up my sanity, I feel like a bevel
Guess I just misread the schedule
You ask me to punch in
I’d rather just knock out
Ramune, I feel like I'm pop now
Drop tabs, let’s rock out
You got the chrome but I’m hostile
Hasta la vista
I cannot get played
Fraud with the piece
Your eyes looking glazed
Graced by my presence
Now my edges are frayed
You think you a king
But I rule all the slade, aye

[verse 2]
I'm playing with spades
Digging my dirt, I'm sorry, I’ll say
Speaking a seance
Waking at night, just to see the days gone
Walking around with a daze in my iris
Planting my roots somewhere you can’t find it
Should’ve detected manure that’s behind you
My corneas can’t comprehend how corny you
Been
You a bit of punk, you acting like you Ben
I’m Joel Embiid
I am top 10
You Danny Green in the finals
You not a shooter
You are a loser
Less than a leech is
Pussy and poser
Pretending, the pretense
You pretended to pretend
[bridge]
Posts and the profit
More 'portant than breathing
So pussy; just stop it

Trying to sign me
You just dick hopping

[verse 3]
You kind of a Kronke with how rapid
You stopped tryna play up the perfect actor
Collapsed all your goals to harass women
Then ya life fell to disaster
A pastor, you preaching
You reaching your hands
So now they should get broke off
You lie bout a nine iron
Thought you meant pro golf?
You not out the woods yet
Bet you didn’t know I know?
Oh it ain't even good yet

[outro]
You don’t got shit on me
Begged me for a record, please
I can’t believe
Your audacity
Begging for money
It’s not even worth it for free

[alternate outro]
Every good thing bout that album was me
When I had just started
Roll up all your work imma still spark it
You were so green of me, a fraudulent spartan
At best just a bolt in a pan
N im knocking the wok out you
You a rat, you not really Raichu
Sick of pretending its sweet- Hi chew