Get Used To It

[Verse 1: Embis]
It was the end of an era (It was)
But the moment I hear a Lezter beat
I wanna just get up and air out
All the shit in my dome infestin' me
So go on and get your mascara (Hi!)
'Cause you bitches aren't gettin' the best of me
I load up a clip scare off
All of you pussies who think they up next to beef (Aye, aye!)
Believe it or not, got these people who pretend they got
In some beefin' with me, so they jot
In the hеat of it, he gets to pop
So he's еatin' the beef like a pot roast (Mmh)
I diss him while weeded, a pot roast (Yeah)
Ironic, I promise, you not dope (Nah)
Go light so you think that you got hope (Got hope)
Turn your back then I'll bet that you'll die slow, yeah (Huh?)
I see you bitches and you struggle much
Makes me wanna hit you a sucker punch (Psh)
It's better than claimin' I tuck a pump
It's one big ass fuckin' clusterfuck
I'm one in one and now the facts you facin'
Want a one on one? In your imagination
I shoot bitches who are actin' crazy (Pow)
Guess I bust nuts like ejaculation, I'm gone

[Verse 1: Cusa & Embis]
Don't get to close to me (Yeah), hunt you like open season
Float like a bumble bee, got you stung to invoke my reason (Blah, blah, brrrr)
You stuck in a choke and I can revoke what can keep you breathin' (I won't)
Keep on truckin' live until I'm woke, or off the deep end (That's right, bitch)
The platinum trio that magical feel, tactical capital
Makin' raps that'll actually give you chills
Raps that'll make you kill, murderous with the thrill
Call me Bundy, yo lucky, go fuck 'em up, know the drill
I never give up for a second, though
But I'ma wreck everbody who checkin' me out
Lyrical murder, you better ready
To get the fuck in or get the fuck out
'Cause it's immaculate, this is the facts of it
Never go back to before I made raps in it
What it's about to be
Something ya'll can't amount to be: me

[Verse 3: M.C.D.]
Me and my boys pull up to the outside of your house
We 'bout out to pop off on you (Yeah), shoot about 50 rounds (Yeah)
We'll execute the mission, leave your body on the ground (The ground)
I'll dog you on the field (The field), unlike the Cleveland Browns
Look, I feel elite on the beat smoke, your ass no endo
Can't see me on my feet, had to change the tempo
Don't wanna go too far but I got the extendo
Play your dumbass like a fuckin' nintendo
Every 3 I take goin' in, know I hit those
Ain't on the same tier, bitch, and it shows
My foot's up your ass, emphasis on the big toe
This shits crazy, it's so, shocking to me how this shit (Yuh)
Is a drug (What?), my ass is addicted, Beatstars is my fuckin' plug
It's a magic trick, I fell for it and it's never enough
There's no cure and I'm still here, get used to it, bitch