Pat Mahomes ft. Mark Battles Lyrics

This that fuck y'all

I'm better than you

Look

I shoot high to show what heaven could do

Y'all on ten but still a seven for you

I smoke everybody here

But y'all ain't cleaning up your act

That's only resin to you

Let that resonate

Only boss that been a boss

Without a single thought to delegate

I celebrate

For twenty minutes then I'm back on the grind

How you never seen a win

But still you laughing at mine

I ain't a hater but I hate you haters

(Nah for real I fucking hate yall)

And I got way too much to do

I guess I'll hate you later

Ain't no need to be discrete

Like I want y'all to win

Cause I ain't lazy, y'all another man to beat

Check the scoreboard (winning)

Y'all gon' need Pat Mahomes and fighter drone

To pass in my zones that I been garden like gnomes

I seize yours and now my mouth finna foam

It's five G's for my service

Bet you bitches will roam

So get the loans out

I'm going dummy I knew it

Only rapper beating me is using money to do it

So fuck a playlist you paid for

Yeah and everybody's tough

Until they meet this mother Focker, no Gaylord

They pay more

But that don't mean that they a damn killer

I'm making moves best believe they never Ben Stiller

I been a difference maker

They don't know the difference

It's really nice to meet me 'till I meet ya with resistance

I'm different

Yet y'all different from me

I could megaphone they ears

They wouldn't listen to me

Cause who am I, until I'm him

What is light, until it's dim

Feel like Ye, I compete without my dick inside of Kim

I'm a gym

And not like Carrey I ain't done, hell

More like when I blow I need mad whistles and dumbbells

Celebrations for a real cat

Really thought you epic 'till you signed a deal

Now epic want the deal back

I peel back ya layers

There's nothing deeper than this

And I don't even got to say it

Let the speakers admit

I want you in they top five

Cause that'll weaken the list

I'm Nick Saban, boy you need to commit

Or else it's RIP

Yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Look

This that fuck you pay me bitch

Imma always rep my hood cause it made me bitch

It ain't a single damn thing that could make me switch

I don't know what life is

But it can't be this

No way Jose

I just give 'em the ok

Lil boy if you scared of the game then don't play

Told ma, you raised up a hero

Aunt May

So if I ever kick it with bitches I can't stay

On a mission

Yo Thorb, how you living

It's 2023 lil brodie we got to get it

When I write I take down the mic, I'm Rob Givens

On the spot if I get me a shot, I'm not Simmons

Imma shoot

Ha

Best believe that

Expect to give me every penny

Bitch I need that

Can kill a zone like Mahomes better ease back

Vasi gang is what I bang

Where them threes at

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Battles