Wait Who?

Z dot P dot on the mic I'm gon kill it

When I step inside the room bring the pressure know you feel it

Staying true to the art man I'm holding it down

ZP on the production with the coldest sound

But lemme refain from the cocky brash conceited shit

Imma explain why the rap game need to switch

Same shits happening just rinse and repeat

It's like every two weeks niggas hitting their peak

I ain't hating, just realize the mainstream's a fallacy

Unless you're ten toes down with originality

Believe me, I know it's oh so challenging

I'm trying to win, not just fit in, that's perfect balancing