INTRO ft. Drew Pacheco Lyrics

Everything is a revolving circle

You will never be the master of it

because there will always be somebody

to come in and take that place

You eat off the same plate

You will stay at your same fucking spot

You need to be the one that runs that plate

This is my plate

I don't eat off the same fucking plate

A dog don't eat off the same fucking plate

Why should I

Yeah, let them in

Step into the lion's den

This is how it's gonna play out

Like a violin

Body about to get stitched

Kind've like a letterman

They said I've been the better man

But they be like, whatever then

They gon' never win

Like a rookie to a champion

Sparking flames lighting up

More than a cannabis

Look into my eyes

See the fire like a lava lamp

Dropping bodies like a heart attack

Call me cardiac

Uh

Lyrical bullets hit your brain

I'm a beast

Better not let me out the cage

I'm a hot-headed

And full of rage

Bringing pain

When I came, I knew they'd never be the same

I'm the one to blame

Everybody went insane

They don't see that I'm trying to feast

I cannot be tamed

I got a tightened chain around the game that I won't let up

They said I done changed

I ain't changed

I'm fed up

Everybody slowed me down

So I sped up and let them all fall

Making sure they couldn't get up

They put me up on game

Not knowing I was a fast learner

No matter what I say, they put me on the back burner

So I'm robbing for fame and views

I'm a rap burglar

They addicted and feening for more

Like I'm a crack server

I'm killing the game and everything around

Call it mass murder

They been walking in the business

So I done ran further

I'm bout to pass dimensions

Once I do I'll crash wherever

And when I land my destination, then I'll last forever

It's been a while since I actually spit bars

I was taking it slow

Driving a fast car

Since I was a kid, I just wanted to be a rap star

Short homie Kevin Hart

Show you how to get hard

Hitting harder than a boom

Everybody get back

Whenever I'm in the room

This is the borderline

Everybody stay in tune

Till you hit that red line

Then you see I'm finally through

Sit down

I'll show you how to get down

My lyrics my weapon

They say I couldn't spit rounds

How

I bet they really hear now

See me doing my own thing

They start to fear now

I'm here now

Nobody remembers second place

I've always fucking said that

Nobody remembers second place

Ever, ever

If you're not happy with where you're at

Buckle down

Nut up

And get the fucking program

If not

Get on the sideline

Shut the fuck up

Let real artists fucking show you how it's done