Catchin the Bullets

[Verse 1: Donnie Menace]
My crown stays tilted while I stay tilted off the crown
Underground or not, bitch, I got the illest bars around (Facts!)
Sittin' on my throne while they sittin' on they couch
I've been the same so why care what they think about me now? (What up?)
If there's a spot that we can get dough, I'm coppin' me a rental
Load the products that I'm shoppin' then we're rockin' out that shitshow
(Let's get it)
They're all on our dicks 'cause we're poppin' like a pistol
And their quality's mid, it's our job to be official (Uh huh)
Comedy with insults yet ominous and sinful
Errors come and go, but we're never followin' no trends though (Never)
Crafty with the craft, no verses that plain and simple
While these suckers are as nice as a person with anger issues
Kill 'em with success, so, I make it burn to make it worse
A workaholic in the booth, without Adam, Blake, and Ders
I double down, this kid's a monster, what is clout when getting dollars?
Step up on when I'm bitchin' and you're fuckin' out like Kenny Powers (Like Kenny Powers)

[Chorus: Donnie Menace]
Movin' through these grim days and these grave nights
I stay focused on my target with the aim right
Take flight, sky's the limit, never quit pushin'
Stick to your guns until somebody's catchin' the bullets
Yeah, they gon' catch 'em (Baaow!), they gon' catch 'em (Baaow! Baaow!)
They gon' catch 'em (Baaow!), they gon' catch 'em
They in this to exist, son, I'm in this to win
All I know is 'til they bury me I'm gettin' it in (You heard?)

[Verse 2: Donnie Menace]
This dude's the gun store and everything I think's a weapon
My ammunition's too expensive for these cheapskate peasants
You out your mind thinkin' he ain't destined to be a legend
You'll catch a heel to the face but we ain't wrestlin'
Don't believe in Hell nor do I believe in Heaven
So I go hard in life and value every single second
Never needed cosigns and don't need no blessings
I had a name before I signed a deal, The Breed's been reppin' (Do your homework nigga!)
Create for the demand on the daily gettin' tracks off
The way I just expand, all that they can do is back off
Don't care what haters say up in they whack songs
Because when they die they'll probably be reincarnated as a tampon
So I'd rather pull they strings, exposin' rappers ovaries
I'm comin' through on demon time, go and grab your rosaries
You know the mask and know the steez, crazy and dark
And I'm always raisin' the bar makin' sure to kick it over me (Over me)

[Chorus: Donnie Menace]
Movin' through these grim days and these grave nights
I stay focused on my target with the aim right
Take flight, sky's the limit, never quit pushin'
Stick to your guns until somebody's catchin' the bullets
Yeah, they gon' catch 'em (Baaow!), they gon' catch 'em (Baaow! Baaow!)
They gon' catch 'em (Baaow!), they gon' catch 'em
They in this to exist, son, I'm in this to win
All I know is 'til they bury me I'm gettin' it in (You heard?)