If I was in the Philippines, he'll be like my motherfuckin' Malcolm X, my Martin Luther King, because He's just too fired to go unnoticed, there's no way I'm just gonna post him off like he's just some any rapper After one hit, one run, yeah I'm on whatever you want, I ain't gon' talk on the phone Keep that same energy fuckin' with enemies, just gettin' tempted to run in your home Buddy, I do it alone, Cudi said, wait at my homes Don't just go hit him, cause I gotta drive, you focus on aimin' at Blake at his dome No cap, you motherfuckers be lucky as fuck that ain't nobody envious of you enough Take it from me, like a brother who dug off the mud on his head but done ended up cuffed Then he just get spat back, gotta get into a world where you double what he did cause he learned Give it up or get fucked and turned, homie I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious at my beginnings Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another edition Cause I'm the realest in the business and everybody gon' be envious at my beginnings Got a circus full of sinners with bodies, so stop tryna be another edition I done got hit in the head, barely survived that shit Minus a nine from ten, Eminem spots still exist But fuck opposition, I'm tunin' them in, little you rock out with it I ain't never gonna be a knocked out mission, get the Glock out with it, get the boppin' Dip out the smoke with the homies we mobbin' while I'm Cleanin' the stash in my caliber, some of them might got your name on them All I brag about shit that could happen, I am the reason that they got a chain on them When I rap, they consider me a gatling, fillin' up mags, I'm finna go clap Beam gettin' that bag with a gold B-Rabbit, I know they hate this flow I'm in the mode to get to killin' again with the best thick And you know me, I'm never gettin' a penny unless still in the flows And I'ma spread it again, it's a test, sick of these hoes, they got the bitch and the big and the breasts Nevertheless, I'ma get it in a way that you ain't never better Instead of settin' a bet up, I let up with a beretta, make it doo-goo-doo-goo-doo And your bitches in front of credit, cause I'm kinda gettin' fed up, always leavin' y'all wet up, like I'm a realist in the business and everybody gon' be heavy, it's how my big game is Got a service for the sinners who bite it, so stop tryin' to be another edition Cause I'm a realist in the business and everybody gon' be heavy, it's how my big game is Got a service for the sinners who bite it, so stop tryin' to be another edition Guess I've really no right to complain much, hip-hop has been good to me, huh But when they say that I'm only top five, cause I'm white, why would I be stunned? My skin color's still workin' against me, cause second I should be the nun Being white ain't why they put me at five, nope, it's why they can't put me at one They comin' with more venom, so the haters are maimin' it toward them And all the envious rappers I torture if I'm on a joint with em And that is the only retort, cause I'm not played in the clubs Motherfucker put a cork in it, only reason they still play your shit in the clubs Is cause you still performin' em I am a guest in this house, but I turn this bitch to a mansion Yeah, it's an expansion, made it gargantuan England, Germany, France, and Japan's in this bitch, even Dubai Because my music they do buy, you died tryin' to sign just two side guys Just could not unscrew my head of the blue-eyed devil, I never quit, do I? Cause you know you get washed like a bar of soap You pussy, you wouldn't give a cigar to smoke And I know it eats at your heart like an artichoke Because you know that's how likely you are to choke Your heart is broke as I broke you apart, I go bananas, proceed to spit every bar I wrote I was spittin' before my mother's water broke It's not even close, you bitch, I'm by far the GOAT Gen Z is actin' like rap experts Zip up your gaps and close your mouths Bitch, you ain't been on this planet long enough to tell me how rap's supposed to sound Y'all need to stick to what you do best, shootin' schools up, yeah Go load up rounds in your parents' gats Then go to class and let off with a strap Then go to town Shout to the Furious Five and Grandmaster Flash But boy, there's someone who really is furious Stay out his path, his wrath avoid And I'll be the last to toy with a Jewset whose brain is like half-destroyed Like a meteor hit it, well, then went Melly Mel We lost his asteroid scam God was like, I got him, but I'm gonna start him At the bottom of the barrel, brought him in the world Where the mother was in volume and his father was a cow Taught him as a child when the fuckin' body wasn't round How to get himself up and out of poverty And now, not even a growl in his stomach, gotta be a hound Said, they put your body in the ground Probably gonna sound like a cliche But when haters try to get you down, say, fuck em' Cause I'm the realest in the business And everybody gon' be heaviest at my beginnings I got a service for the sinful bodies So stop tryin' to be another edition Cause I'm the realest in the business And everybody gon' be heaviest at my beginnings I got a service for the sinful bodies So stop tryin' to be another edition I'm just playin', Gen Z You know I love you