This beat is crazy, shout out to me All you little fuckin' uh, D-League peasant Tier 98 ass rappers, you little clique bait ass journalists and shit Fuckers suck my dick I never even met y'all man, y'all so fuckin' obsessed I'm on some kill everybody shit, fuck you Yeah, I've been withholding, I really feel like exploding People poking, provoking, I'm suffocating I'm choking, the feeling that no one gets it I just try to suppress it, I really need to express it I really should reinvest it and go off, off, off on you bitches I wonder why these fuckin' grown men always talking like bitches Y'all so obsessed with me, I've never even talked to you bitches I'd run you over with my Lambo, wouldn't stop for you bitches I'm at my breaking point, I can wave and point And they'll start breaking joints so loudly, exclamation point Rappers taking bribes, they be shaving points I see the game from every angle, I be playing point I be playing coach, I be playing owner I be playing fan and I play promoter Getting great exposure from all the hate Y'all are hustling backwards This goes for anybody and any bum ass rapper, pussy Damn, you leave me no choice I have to Kill em all, kill em all, kill em all, kill em all, kill em all Damn, you leave me no choice I have to Kill em all, kill em all, kill em all, kill em all, kill em all Any rapper can get it, I'm sending head shots, head shots You can't talk to me if you can't sell out rep rides Rep rides, that's ten thousand, watch your mouth When you speak about your superiors, premeditated murder I'm fighting with my Nigerians Peekin' through you, chiefin' and eatin' fufu We see what this dreamin' grew to Arenas in Honolulu, doing streams like I'm Hulu Lambo talks via Bluetooth, people tryna do voodoo The zoo is making me cuckoo And fuck the media and the politics in this industry The snakes and the lies and the gossip in this industry And fuck these WWE ass rappers High school mentality, glee ass rappers Fake family ties, y'all say brother too much Y'all get played by the same women, y'all say you love her too much And y'all be running from the truth, y'all take cover too much I'm getting tired of this shit, man, enough is enough Damn, you leave me no choice, I have to Kill em all, kill em all, kill em all, kill em all, kill em all Damn, you leave me no choice, I have to Kill em all, kill em all, kill em all, kill em all, kill em all, yeah Rappers dissing for attention that the music ain't getting I understand it's frustrating watching my rapper dissension Watching arenas sell out, watching my plaques multiply When you ain't headlining tour, and when you drop, they don't buy But you got followers though, but what they following for? But that's cause most of them are fake, let me let your followers know That y'all be paying social media agencies $20,000 every month Just to comment, like, and follow your account, it's all up front Y'all are glorified Instagram entertainers Got millions of followers, but can't even sell out your basement Y'all dropping antics and skits, cause you can't drop a hit Flashing jewelry, posting leaf hoppings, Xanax for clicks Infatuated with designer, costume shop carolers Bunch of crackheads and clowns, bunch of boondocks characters Damn, y'all not scaring us, with your internet loose lips I be at the same festivals, y'all don't do shit Damn, pussy, you leave me no choice, I have to Kill em all, kill em all, kill em all, kill em all, kill em all, damn You leave me no choice, I have to Kill em all, kill em all, kill em all, kill em all, kill em all, damn I don't even like that it's this easy to write A whole song's a shit about this type of shit Sometimes you just gotta get it off your chest, though I hope the fans understand it Sometimes I really be tryna leave this shit, man I miss my hoe shit sometimes Fuck it