IMPALE

Fuck that sad shit
Fucking with a bad bitch
I'm about to lose it man, my flow is fucking mad lit
I'm about to snooze it man, they only spitting adlibs
Impale these fucking rappers just like mother fucking Vlad did
X2

Misfits, spell it with the I's, no Jaden
Bitch I'm unknown, I ain't pulling in the bacon
Fill a fucking pentagram in blood, summon Satan
Nine-inch nails filling up the iron maiden

Sitting on my ass, I ain't waiting for a hand out
Looking for a path, fuck it, i'ma make my own route
Working, man I'm working, tryna get that mother fucking clout
Phone so dry, no dms, feeling like a drought

Feeling like I'm on a hiatus
Bitch, who? No first name basis
Whatchu say? Bitch you sound outrageous
Man, I kill it with the flow and the cadence
Ain't nobody out that's better with the basics
Ay dawg, you think I'm weak and you the greatest?
But I ain't seen you making no moves, face it
You out here with the rest, you just stuck like you in stasis

"SAD JIG on the block and he selling fucking heat"
"Nah, ntd was fire but his other shit is weak"
Well I guess I gotta prove myself
To get the wealth
Get slept on like the fucking elf on the shelf

Man I'm just making all these lofi tracks
While I'm low on stacks
Need to just relax
And make some bangers

I'm in my fucking element
My elegance is evident
I win awards in excellence
Like Leo in The Revenant

Say that line 5 times fast like a tongue twister
Get your tongue tied like a tongue blister
Follow me to rise like holy scripture
No resistors

I'ma rise to the top like I'm buoyant man
Asking how I know this? clairvoyant man
My shit is poignant man
My crew is joining in ay
I don't see your fucking crew joining in

Call this shit banger season
Take over your mind like a fucking cancer, screaming
Sit down to write, get all these anger feelings
Spit bars, you sit behind em, never taste the freedom

Whatchu wanna go and do that for?
Feel the tensions getting high like the cold war
Thinking you a fucking soldier, I'm the peace corps
What happened to your stacks? Quoth the raven, yeah they nevermore

Fuck that sad shit
Fucking with a bad bitch
I'm about to lose it man, my flow is fucking mad lit
I'm about to snooze it man, they only spitting adlibs
Impale these fucking rappers just like mother fucking Vlad did
X4

Wake up w a high dose of anxiety
Never social in my life man I hate society
Record the hardest track of 2018, victor of the rivalry
My whole life filled with compliancy, fuck that
Do this shit myself, that's a sole propriety
I'm gaining recognition while i'm gaining notoriety
Build this shit up from the ground like a fucking dynasty
Stealing all your fucking fans just like internet piracy

Gone

And that's just how it goes
When you're in it for the fame and the hoes
When you're in it for the money and the clothes
I'ma stick to rapping, if the stacks fall in i'ma make some more
But as for you, I think you should just leave it to the pros

Y'all shit, ya'll shit
Yeah, leave it to the pros
Roll up on me i'ma fucking break your nose
Man my anger shows
I'ma make you doze
Flow so cold it make you fucking shiver like you froze
Beats so hard, i'm making money cop the lows
World star boy screaming "what the fuck are those"

Step the fuck back man I've spit my verses
Gotta beat me in the booth or just close the curtain