Recently, I think I've been way too competitive
I gotta chill out on that, for real
Heh-heh
(Buck, should I get it?)
Yeah
KarmaMob, the entourage is M-O-B for life, yeah
Pull up rockin' camouflage if your head got a price, yeah
Shout-out my bay area, yo, shout-out all my guys, yeah
You do not get numbers, I get numbers playing dice, yeah
You do not get women, no, you did not hit last night, yeah
You can't even finish 'cause that bitch ain't on your mind, yeah
Smart with each decision, bitch, my vision is the mic, yeah
Rappers act like victims, stay in prison 'til they die, yeah
Fuck, might take it to court
Might cop me a ounce, might cop me a court
Might cop me a house, might cop me a sport
I come to yo' town, I cop like the force
Might cop me some pants, might cop me some shorts
They, like, hunnid grand, you can't not afford ('kay)
You want OnlyFans? You coppin' a whore
I do my lil' dance, I might start a war (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I might start a band, I might start a Porsche
I got me some bands, might cop me some more
I got me a grand, I'm spendin' before
I'm off of yo' planet, ain't been here before
No, I promise, these rappers ain't been here before
I been tourching these rappers, they look like a corpse
I been all about tea until it is not warm
I been comin' with energy since I was born
Karma
All of these rappers is trash, and, I promise, they ain't competition
Can't see the vision? Bitch, I don't wanna just blow up
I wanna blow up with the homies and kill shit, yeah
I-I-I swear to God, I'm been a villain since maybe age six
I been stuck on a mission
I'm helpin' the homies, we makin' a livin'
I might hit up Nuuma, I cop a commission, yeah
I'm in a Ghost, like Danny
Me and my bitch look like Billy and Mandy (we do)
All of these rappers ain't happy
The best rapper out (yuh) is a goddamn tranny (that's true)
I-I-I-I'ma stay talkin' my shit
When these rappers stay cryin', I know they can't stand me
I hate all these rappers, they stay disappointed
They goddamn mamas shoulda used a plan B, whoa
You can't compete
I look at yo' face, it's under my feet
Like, you got a fetish, you stay under me
I know why these rappers be hatin' on me
They hate the competitive nature of me
I'm way too competitive, like, dangerously
And all these rappers just copy the cadence of me
I promise, ain't nobody greater than me at this rap shit
Shout-out my ex, I can't fuck with that bitch
Noose on my neck (yuh), the time I did acid
Awoke in a bed (yuh), and then I smoked cat piss (aye)
That was the day I realized I'm that bitch
Whoa, (yeah), yeah, whoa (aye)
Stay takin' lyrics and copyin' flows
No, I ain't your friend, I know how this goes
I'm stayin' with Karma, you know they the bros, yeah (ISSBROKIE)
Actually, maybe I don't need to stop being competitive
Maybe everyone else just needs to step their game up
Heh-heh-heh-heh
You guys are making this too easy