[Intro]
Ay, let's get it
Bitch
[Verse:1]
Me and Koll like Mikey, Draken
Me and Bro, we top notch
We do numbers on these squares
Then step on necks like hopscotch
Leather on my jacket
It's a certain swagger when I walk
Step on necks
Until it's holes in my shoes
And they look like Crocs
Keep throwing jabs 'till I'm painting yo shit
Drip you in red like some bread with a condiment
Two uppercuts to the front of your stomach
It clear out your gut like a damn antioxidant
You don't got sauce the way I got sauce
I be stomping on opps, I am not finna box with 'em
Ignorant thoughts my mindset: Pah-Chin
Big body brawler, I'm not the one to talk with em
Scene is buggin' out
We step on y'all
Like you a roach to me
He tryna' drop my mans
We shaking back
He dance back like "woe is me"
Rap style so progressive
Been outmatching any flow for free
Even if I drop my flow
They can't go quote for quote with me
The scene full of Kisaki's
Ain't no secret, I'm gon' tell you why
They be faking friendships for their future
If the checks align
On that disrespectful vibe
Peons need to step aside
Promise when the og's pass the torch
You won't be next in line
Rappers give a couple shouts
Had me thinking
They respecting my ability
Get a little bit of clout
Now they showing out
Show you how they really think
Start as a groupie
And get to moving up the ranks
Colluding with the industry
Hiding their negative energy
Kisaki plotting with the villainy
Stats been Takemitchy
Weak for weeks
But wait for winter sales
The time is back
You trynna get pushed on the tracks
But I know you gon' fail
Like crazy bitches
You chasing engagement
But to no avail
They try to ride coattails
But fold like jackets
Packaged in the mail
Hit the scene when y'all was beefing
Look 'round like "this shit a mess"
Got a lot to say
Fuck that shit tho'
Keep it on your chest
I be listening to all the artists
That my fans suggest
Most the music recently released
Just leave me unimpressed
If your friends are pawns and don't critique
Then you can not progress
Tryna' hold they peace
So none ya'll people keeping you in check
Most ya'll circles don't even got no checkers
While I'm playin' chess
Switch it up so now I'm like Kisaki
I'm three steps ahead
[Outro]
Demon of the south ay, ay
Demon of the south ay
Ay, ay
Ay, let's get it
Bitch
[Verse:1]
Me and Koll like Mikey, Draken
Me and Bro, we top notch
We do numbers on these squares
Then step on necks like hopscotch
Leather on my jacket
It's a certain swagger when I walk
Step on necks
Until it's holes in my shoes
And they look like Crocs
Keep throwing jabs 'till I'm painting yo shit
Drip you in red like some bread with a condiment
Two uppercuts to the front of your stomach
It clear out your gut like a damn antioxidant
You don't got sauce the way I got sauce
I be stomping on opps, I am not finna box with 'em
Ignorant thoughts my mindset: Pah-Chin
Big body brawler, I'm not the one to talk with em
Scene is buggin' out
We step on y'all
Like you a roach to me
He tryna' drop my mans
We shaking back
He dance back like "woe is me"
Rap style so progressive
Been outmatching any flow for free
Even if I drop my flow
They can't go quote for quote with me
The scene full of Kisaki's
Ain't no secret, I'm gon' tell you why
They be faking friendships for their future
If the checks align
On that disrespectful vibe
Peons need to step aside
Promise when the og's pass the torch
You won't be next in line
Rappers give a couple shouts
Had me thinking
They respecting my ability
Get a little bit of clout
Now they showing out
Show you how they really think
Start as a groupie
And get to moving up the ranks
Colluding with the industry
Hiding their negative energy
Kisaki plotting with the villainy
Stats been Takemitchy
Weak for weeks
But wait for winter sales
The time is back
You trynna get pushed on the tracks
But I know you gon' fail
Like crazy bitches
You chasing engagement
But to no avail
They try to ride coattails
But fold like jackets
Packaged in the mail
Hit the scene when y'all was beefing
Look 'round like "this shit a mess"
Got a lot to say
Fuck that shit tho'
Keep it on your chest
I be listening to all the artists
That my fans suggest
Most the music recently released
Just leave me unimpressed
If your friends are pawns and don't critique
Then you can not progress
Tryna' hold they peace
So none ya'll people keeping you in check
Most ya'll circles don't even got no checkers
While I'm playin' chess
Switch it up so now I'm like Kisaki
I'm three steps ahead
[Outro]
Demon of the south ay, ay
Demon of the south ay
Ay, ay
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