[Intro]
Uh, look

[Verse]
I'm puttin' you through imminent pain, and I don't give a fuck
Spittin' only rhythm and flame, and I don't get enough credit
Let it into my veins so I can feel the stuff that warrants me to enter your brain, I'm talkin' eminent domain
I'm killin' Isis with the fight shit or any nigga that might diss, so divisive
Flow cold so when I spit, it is ice chips
So dark in my mind (Someone hit the light switch)
I don't fuck with sexism, defendin' all my chicks (He copy me)
I'm goin' through an identity crisis (I'm in the ring)
You don't want none of this mouth, I am Tyson
But the funny thing is, it's these other niggas out here bitin'
I'm gonna make it, I'm psychic
I keep murderin' every beat, I leave 'em all lifeless
I got more drive than a teen tryna get his license
So many naked queens runnin' 'round me, call 'em Titans
I be high as fuck so much that I'm a flight risk
I got you on my scope, I promise it's on sight shit
She excited, she lookin' at me dead in my iris
I make her super wet then I suck her dry like a Dyson
Tryin' to sell my hits, but all my rhymes is priceless
Small percentage makes it, I'ma be in a tight fit
Tired of bein' broke, I've come to terms with my vices
Here on out I am winnin', I'm superb and decisive
Get it? I'm super indecisive
I don't know how I'm evil when my flow is the nicest
Oh, and I sense these hoes I might fight with
When I do a show, you know I sign the fine print
Know my style's vibrant, I'm colorful
It seems though I'm a seagull, but see, you're just gullible
None of you add value to me, you're all nullable
My DNA is coded to be more than all you other hoes
I just want the Porsche, I can't afford it but I'm comin' close
Ready for my orbit, you can show me on the Hubble, yo
She wants me to come so if we're going then be subtle, though
I control the order so my homies gotta huddle, bro
Niggas don't fuck wit' me
Testin' me with a Gat? That's an easy A
I'm pullin' up left trigger, right trigger at you squares
Like it was cheat codes in GTA
Sike, ha, games we don't play
9 cocked back like a lazy eye, I can see both ways
You see my face, I don't rock grills or bling
Bondage chain 'cause I just got my emo phase, uh
No wedding, I'm the best man, guns we don't flex, man
See, I got the Nina bringin' martial law
To give you an L with these ARs
If I don't scare you, bro, then this TEC can
And if you wanna talk street fightin', I'm the best to do this
Truth is, I don't give a fuck about the moves list
Or the rules is cheap shots and movements
Get 'em low in health then I hit 'em with Hadouken (Shoutout Mike P)
Rappers don't understand that I'm ruthless
I don't give a fuck about none of you little losers
Bite the hand that feeds you, man, beggars cannot be choosers
You niggas wanna build but cannot keep up with the blueprint
What? My patience, man, I'm losin'
Like a doctor who made the wrong decision for what they're usin'
You niggas clueless, you can see by all of they music
So when they ask for features, if it's bad, I'm refusin'
I cannot be affiliated
With none of you corny rappers who soundin' inebriated
And wasted and fuckin' faded on every song you're playin'
I'm the one for which the fuckin' media has been waiting
You can shut your lips, 'cause I don't care what you be sayin'
For every word I speak, it's like a thousand dollars they paying
I ain't playing no more, I am coming hard out the gate and
Y'all gon' be surprised when you finally see me awaken
Lex