Godlike

Fuck you talking bout
Punishing you back it up
Trying to get hella clout
But something ain't adding up
I need a panic room
Cause bitch i'm mad as fuck
All these rappers frontin
All these rappers suck
I know the truth
You only real in the booth
You ain't got it in the field
I got the juice and
I got the boot straps
Ready to kill
Nothing to loose
Something to proof
Wait how does it feel
Not your run of the mill
Bitch i'm running a mil
Yeah i'm hella drill
Fuck sex appeal
I got a set of skills
That the devil fear
You ain't never near
Bitch i'm everywhere
And I keep it a hundred
Like [?]
I don't pose
I just take your soul and i'm outta here
I'm so cold yeah my heart frozen
I don't care hit the road
Bitch i'm going rouge
All by myself
Get to close when that beat explode
Yeah you going deaf