SECOND COMING ft. Espiino & eternalexe Lyrics

I said I be stepping on they necks to break my shoes in

Red bottoms when I bought 'em they were blue then

Gotta show all of these bitches I'm the truth then

I be a dime I let it shine all in the booth then

I still be waiting on a game to give me roses

I set the bar they tryna touch it so I rose it

I set the standard they refuse to even notice

I guess I'm showing them the way like Mighty Moses

I'm coming through in bitches bright ways

I'm feeling like I'm on the wave the way I make plays

I'm sitting pretty with tenacious at a 10k

I'm feeling like the baddest when I'm on the runway

Look, nobody's safe I'm on a rampage

I ain't gon' play the nice guy without a nice pay

I'm sick and tired of the fake smiles on bad days

Carrying the whole rap game was child's play

Look, I use a pencil like a lethal weapon

Feeling like I'm Ted Bundy on the instrumental

I'm feeling like I'm Jeff Dahmer just a little mental

Funny how I'm getting numbers with some little letters

Look, and to be honest I don't be on what they be on

But if they talk about rap then I'm a color like a crayon

I keep it saucy like I'm Dijon

Then once I talk my shit I'm finna pass the mic to Leon

I'm that dirty motherfucker with the grit up in my grill

Get the pen up in my hand and I won't hesitate to kill

I feel like Christ back with the way I'm coming second

Day that I was born was the fucking day of wreckage

I'm that rap motherfucker, boom bap is what you know me for

Serving hella shit like a dasher do door to door

I ain't finna lie, man, the rap game owe me more

Been around for a long time and I'm still poor

Yo, I get it wicked when I get up on a written

Manifest the seven sins, Jackie Chan, keep it kicking

Know I do some bitching, bout my status in the game

If you had what I had, motherfucker, do the same

Me and your favorite rapper keep our columns combined

I call it like I see it, fuck it, sever your spine

Tell your fucking girl that I'm her next best ex

And while you sending texts, I Colin Cap-on-your-neck

Motherfuckers make me laugh, they don't treat it like a sport

If motherfuckers wanna dance, I Cupid shuffle on their corpse

I miss a rap game that was full of heavy hitters

Motherfuckers quick rapping too quick to pull triggers

Kinda like stand-up comedy in a sense

I can't say one thing without you being a bitch

I'ma go out swinging, I'ma die a living legend

Watch Diez De Leon bout to turn it up eleven like

Yo, I need gold like fucking ASAP Ferg and Rocky, Twelvey

Fucking canines in the room, I'm the highest in this bitch

Me and Travis Scott in tune, heard the L'Trimm bunnies like the car with the boom

So I call my whip the Tigra, Doja Cat, can get it too, bitch

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