Behold, the Tyrant

Yeah yeah

I came here for some greatest
You getting muddy tell me why you hating
Keep to myself cause these artist are on some fake shit
Say you gon catch me I can't wait I have no patience
I smell the envy in his throat in the whole room
Your homie to chill before he scold you
I'm laughing at you asking who delayed that mold you
And that as a child your mother wouldn't hold you
Bitch I need the whole truth nothing else
You rose thinking [?]
I broke out my fucking shells let's go
Get these fuckers out
Why you mad at me i'm trying to eat not get a record deal
Now how you gon sign me when
You can't even get a separate meal

I'm gone pay a [?] where the roof go
I'm just trying to get a new flow
Bite your head off like i'm Cujo
How you riding but you move slow
Tell a teller I need to move back
Do not pull I will shoot back
Now you thinking cause the roof crack
[?] they ain't do jack
Fuck a Draco I brought a M4 with the
Sauce still belt fed
[?] bitch we all fighting
You can't even get my help [?]
Knuckle duster made of rebar with the
Gold trim that [?] hands
You don't see the money but you need to money
Walk into the room and you smell bread