Ender Wiggin 2.0 ft. Legion Beats Lyrics

I'm Everest mounting to shit

Ice on my neck got me peaking fast bitch

No capping I won't meltdown if

I'm the hottest with temper tantrum

And the harshest when dealing anguish

Y'all the softest go get a spanking

Never want a hand in hits my class is

Elites with fists and pads

Do numbers like calculus

Y'all derivative of my shit

I'm integral to all of your spitting

I be out of bounds like golfing swinging

At foes in clubs I'm past my limit

Never ending

Infinite gonna be my legacy's definition

Y'all lazy 8s will be finished

Entering my domain go exit

With a wound inside of your head

If you thought I'm not mindblowing bet

Your bars get chin checked by clef

Cuz you'll never measure up to me

Give a fuck 'bout being Meek

One in a Milly I would leave

Ship my merch tryna Pusha T

Run The Jewels on bitch emcees

Killer Mike on every LP

Just got done walking in the snow

Goddamn these snowflakes want the smoke

No, You ain't Gangsta, Boo, just ho

I'm staying horse remaining cold

The fakest hoax I pray and hope

I ain't have known Your name is phony

Hang it up, go between my legs it's open

My devil's a dame cuz they're horny

I'm Busting at their face with a K blowing

Stay Nutty when balling can't tell me I'm slowing

My pace making a hard attack when blowing

It's not in vein

Promotions are petty get nailed double crossing the Lord

Tryna jack him for jill for the crown and dough

Can't take shit from me when seated on thrones

Y'all Getting flushed for the paper I roll

Getting bands like Andrew Tate condoned it, fuck being social with bros

Tell goats

I'm a bafomett with formless poems

All Because I looked up to prose

Go like guillotine when I spit off the dome

Y'all motherfuckers wanna go and slow

All the progress that I'm going to show

Puffing on plants is how my green grow

Spit wildfires on the tree smoke

Anybody wanna tell me I'm off beat

Blame it on the prick who's mixing me

Not the same volume Y'all wanna peep

The level I'm watching, it's hear-sy

I meant heresy Y'all be

To low end trying to emcee

Like a Corpse Husband wannabe

Imma choke em and fuck em till she want me

And That be to fuck up bbN0$, Keep

Telling him to kiss up on my D

So many fuckboi artists reaching

For the bar get stitches, they seem

Shut when the needle sees 'em

Loads of pussies in this cunt tree

Conquer your cities and I'll leave

Once they rooting for me, preach

What's Poppin? Dom of DnD

Enemies ain't Jack, hit hard lows, B

Cuz you never hit authentic I'm T-H-E

Best, that's the E-N-D of story