Til I'm a Corpse Lyrics

2 free hours in the studio with Roby, bruh

I be rappin' operas catch me at Teatro Scala, bruh

We gon' split your crew like you were Yugoslavia

We quench our thirst while you jerks contract cholera

I got a following so spammers are always hollering

In my DMs talkin' bout their shit they want me marketing

But honestly, I am only really interested in honoring

The hawking of my shit, so my skill, you see me fostering

I'm Italy's illest and wittiest anglophone

No cap my rap stings eyes like acetone

I spat on synth based tracks and over saxophones

I'm too seasoned and I'll win on that fact alone

And I got global homies international

How you gonna battle me? That's irrational

My battle raps are known to crack clavicles

And stress mandibles keepin' up that's impractical

Yea they mad at my trajectory

It ain't affectin' me I won't stop 'til I'm a corpse tho

I been ill since elementary

Doctors upsettin' me I won't stop 'til I'm a corpse tho

Some of my songs are rudimentary

Still they requestin' me I won't stop 'til I'm a corpse tho

Mighta fucked my long term memory

It's gone effectively I won't stop 'til I'm a corpse tho

Italian summer sweat drippin' down my nipples

Take a break to practice a couple a participles

Gotta grind until i start to see my success ripple

Slowly expand, snowball, double, then triple

Then exponential like a goddamned pandemic

Til it's obvious that my presence is endemic

Til ya cant get rid of me even if ya thinkin' I'm pathetic

Til my triumph makes you think, damn... it must be genetic

But nope! This shit was really fuckin' far-fetched

I used to smoke until I'd cough up some grey shit that looked sketch

I used to drink until the sun came up, then I'd retch

I used to go to the damn gym and... not even stretch!

But I'm still breathin' man and mentally better than ever

Sittin' here straight-up clear-headed concocting future endeavors

Man, I love Italia... shoutout... my ancestors,

I'ma spit 'til its my time to hit the kidney transplant center

Yea they mad at my trajectory

It ain't affectin' me I won't stop 'til I'm a corpse tho

I been ill since elementary

Doctors upsettin' me I won't stop 'til I'm a corpse tho

Some of my songs are rudimentary

Still they requestin' me I won't stop 'til I'm a corpse tho

Mighta fucked my long term memory

It's gone effectively I won't stop 'til I'm a corpse tho