Hit Em Up

(Intro)
Ya
Real shit man
Real shit

[Verse 1]
Got all these damn people picking fights with the boy
Jesus Christ with the boy
Crucifying niggas on a cross like a toy
Don't play with the boy
Niggas too scared to be firing real shots
Makes me question wether or not they have a cock
Niggas talking shit always talk behind my back
Playin on the field balls some shit these niggas lack
I ain't even done yet
Telling me my flow is whack like why'd you even say jack
You ain't even on my level and I'm about to prove that
I see you post them playlists and they suck how sad
Until y'all start making music I'm never gonna hear you
You need to get it through your head I'll never fuckin fear you
But with all the shit you talking you lucky I don't kill you
These niggas call me venom cause Im deadly like a recluse
You're so fucking dead to me I forgot I fucking met you
Eating like a locust I am the one you'll be fed to
I'm the one who started droppin I'm the one who the one who caused the trend dude
Reppin for my city I'll be the only one to stay true
Young 6 God in the making but I won't own the 6
Instead I'll own the 9 and my flows will keep it lit
My predictions are on point that's some Nostradamus shit, man

[Hook]
Hit em up like
Hit em up like
Hit em up like
Hit em up like
Hit em up like
Hit em up like
All these niggas blowing up gotta hit em up like

[Verse 2]
Damn
All these niggas talking crap they never fucking learn
I guess I'll have to get their face and shove it in the dirt
Never stop talking they don't fucking know
Who they really messing with
They better hit the road
They bout to tick me off I ain't ever explode
In this music biz I can't have no damn friends
They end up stealing from me and I lose in the end
I'll always get revenge just know that fucking fact
Making all my measurement for this shit, and they exact
They keep talking shit thinking hoping I react
Don't make me get a blade and run it down your back
I ain't even playing
You're supposed to take it literally when I tell you that I'm slaying
Don't make me call you out when I make it
Standing on a stage with 50000 in attendance
I'll run down the list naming every hater
With my middle finger up saying you can thank me later
I will not fucking serve you
I am not your waiter
Even if I go big y'all still some fucking traitors
After my success they'll have to interview for fader
I'm a prodigy of Drake I hope that you can see it
I'm learning from the teacher and what they say is true
The student will always surpass his teacher
I'm in the studio training
Drake you are my teacher
But you know for a fact that I'll be the one to beat you