Drummers Ear

[Intro: VI Seconds]
One
Brooklyn
Look

[Verse: VI Seconds]
For those in attendance, I am The Gawd
Fly nigga, giving more wood than a lumber yard
Yeah, the monster residing inside the fog
What you see is what you get, there's no reason for a facade
The host with the mostest, said he's acting my hostess
Sending y'all a message like U.S. postage
Everybody rap now, I'm retiring y'all homies
Every time I open my mouth it's fire emojis, see
I'm the best AND1, like Hot Sauce
You matching with squares like mahjong
Walk up, leave everything on your block torn
Get your head bust, top looking like popcorn
What's coming after that dot is not com
You gon' hear that bang replay like a pop song
I don't sleep, I do not yawn
I put in work, when you see me pulling strings it is not yarn
Whole different wave, if I trip I fall up
Want the presence of the best, I'm the one to call up
Me and my dogs kill 'em all, and they can't maul us
Touch one of mine, all of mine fucking y'all up
Yeah, I'm in the biz of entertaining, nigga
But I ain't into entertaining niggas
I'm quick to put a leash around the bitch that ever try to tame a nigga
You'll get more than a scar once the secret's out the chamber, nigga
I've been gone, you've been craving the flame, uh
Now I'm smacking your lips like you savoring a flavor
I'm back, bitch, in my bag, don't get your bag zipped
I'm back, bitch, holding this stick like a bad back itch
Gucci baggage, they know I'm cooking in the street
Shitting on you for so long, my foot fell asleep
Yeah, the arm's long, feel the hook come from deep
Bullying you herbs, get your shoes shook from your feet
I don't fuck with you niggas, I'm here taking my profit
Hold you upside down, shaking change from your pocket
Who's slipping, you see it through the jeans when I tuck it
I need a diet, 'cause if it's for the chicken I'ma buck it
I got 99 problems, all of 'em are bitches
'Cause I can't remember names and it gets my eyes twitching
Damn, all trying to be my missus
Aiming, shooting their shots, yet all I'm giving are misses
Delivering you work, I'm the type to
And you 'boutta see an L, like my knight moved
See I'm not the type dude that type to
You sweet, and I'm testing your blood, you looking type 2
My shit different, so they thinking it's foreign
So I'm seeking a foreign that I'm keeping the four in (SKRRT)
Yeah, don't speak if it ain't important
Out fit to shoot your outfit just to see it's absorbent
Pick and choose how you moving, ocky
Think medieval armor, this iron is suited for your body
You got a Rollie? I'm taking what's on your arm, bro
Once you get stabbed for the watch like Jon Snow
New York, I make a Saw scene a gramercy
Bring you there, I let your grammy see
Told my mommy that I'm sorry, I'll be living out a fantasy
To blow up and Allahu Akbar at my Grammy speech
I suggest you keep your fools in their place
'Cause Snapchat couldn't filter what I do to your face
Rock Miyaki, I'll turn your block into Nagasaki
BRRRT, done with Kawasaki, you copy, you kamikaze
I'm cocky, I'm fly as Rocky, you rolling, I box with Rocky
A-llo creed I ride in you sloppy toppy
Ice in the grill, got these bitches tryna play tonsil hockey
Dick like a stallion, you really tryna be a jockey?
You niggas Takis, you food, I'll bring a Glock to your school
It's in your genes you a bitch, I'll let it pop at your trues
Nobody putting hands on me, at birth my doctor refused
I got a bit of a temper and I'm a lot to diffuse, yeah
So I got you in your feelings
When I buck it, you'll catch it like water leaking from the ceiling
Don't be stupid, I'll put the thing I'm holding to your ribs
Boy I'm nastier than finding roaches walking in your fridge
Homeless staying warm, I'm firing the cans
You don't crack under pressure? I apply it to your fans
Know that I've been the GOAT, so it's silence for the lambs
Buffalo Billing you bitches, this the Silence of the Lambs
You putting fear in my heart? Well I ain't scared enough
Arm behind his head like Subzero squaring up
I ain't hiding shit, I'll respond to all questions
Even when I look lazy, I'm watching all directions
You'll lean when I snap like I'm making a new dance
Shopping for a problem, putting shit in your new pants
When I pull up I aim jab, step in to shoot, fam
Arms start waving like inflatable tube man
Punching through bulletproof glass with my two hands
Different type of nigga, all I'm seeing is new fans
Now I'm out here pushing, putting bricks to my new plans
I'm on MTV, and receiving a moon man
'Boutta be a fraud, I won't remember my friends
All my circles getting severed, they'll be left at the ends
What? I'll pass my girl a ratchet, we can settle it then
Start dumping like "Maybe we were better as friends"
My girl sweet, but I told her keep a burner by her thigh
In case shit get hot as Arizona when we ride
All black, ready for you, I'll be lurking at your side
Stomach shot, watch you curl like you're working on your bis
Look a killer in his eyes, ain't no need for a disguise
Tux made of tape, you'll be suited to the tie
Popping fly, till I really put you niggas in the sky
Ask God, I'm The Gawd, the illest creature he's designed
Niggas love to talk beef till they've been put through it
Muhfuckas sleep on me till they've been put to it
Mask on, I'm the illest nigga rapping his ass off
Put your future to a hole, then I'm taking the mask off
I'm fire