Alright, this rapping shit is easier than beating up a teenager If you think that your bars are cold, then, trust me, you'd be freezing here It's me against the world, and the beating will be so severe You think the year is 2012 when it really was a meteor The pedal to the metal, I've had several accidental beers A temperamental rebel with a devil nestled in my ear A sentimental fellow, I wrestle with my potential Till the intercontinental belt is mine like, yo, the champ is here I'm Seth Rollins, I'm Dwayne Johnson, I'm Steve Austin The best rock, and I'm way awesome, so keep talking You press pause when the game hard and you need options I flex often, you lame awkward, you geeks awful
Solid like a statue in a bulletproof vest Inside a plexiglass encasement full of hardened cement Then wrapped in carbon fibre armour locked inside of a chest Kept in a confidential area with barbed wire fence Man I'm lit like gasoline is free with a lighter I'm reaching maximum capacity, can't be any tighter I'll hold your grandson as ransom, the family hella frightened And put his face in a magazine with a reward if you find him Super savage, I'll laugh when your Uber crash, and I'll smash your computer after and dash to a school classroom And act like a student vandal and scratch up the tutors Mazda When they ask if I knew what happened, I'll jack a Suzuki wagon Put a rag in the fuel tank and watch the fireworks like fourth of July I'm like lightning in a bottle or a sorcerer's eyes Rappers hating on me lately, they're just bored of their lives And chasing clout on borrowed time, but I'm the owner of mine Born to survive, y'all were built with older designs It's too late for an update, your papers ordered and signed I'm sorry your motor isn't performing like mine I know it's morbid, I look forward to the moment it dies, that's not important though These rappers are my sons, I'm running orphan homes I force-feed 'em poison porridge, shutting down their organs slow I'm always going glory hole, that's balls to the walls You know how the story goes, don't talk to the cops If they corner you and force you, then I do not recall That's got a lot in common with the way I feel 'bout your songs They're forgettable, like I smoked a blunt and followed it with edibles Then popped a bunch of ecstasy while hammered at a festival Then fell asleep and woke up wearing nothing deep in Mexico And then you ask me if I heard your music type forgettable I'm incredible, pat me on the back They think 'cause I got face tattoos, I probably couldn't rap I ain't Lil Yatchy or Tekashi, Uzi or Xan I'm smarter than I look if you're too stupid to askTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
