Impulse

Told you I ain't got no limits

In the studio it's heat that I'm spitting

If you doubting my vision, good riddance

Better keep your distance, I'm a bit vicious

The minute that you're winning, they all wanna start switching up

And that's the definition of a fake, I ain't with it

Keep it real till I drop, got a thing for legitness

And whipping the hits, yo my steeze it is wicked

Been driven as ever, man on a mission to hit the stage

And give them shit to remember

I stick with the pressure, can't fuck with that low grade

I'm feeling blessed and I know that it won't change