New Press, Old News

[Intro]
Yuh

[Verse 1: 44RON]
Killin' ’em with my song like Lauryn Hill and the Fugees (Yeah)
I do what I want so the people all call me bougie
I be buildin' an armada, they all reportin' for duty
I can sick ’em on a target with just a look and they'll do it
I ain't losin', I ain't even entertainin' the thought of it
Are you stupid? Take a look, see who the favorable odds are with
I can bet on with all the chips in the bank that you've lost the bet
You call it whatever you want, but I'm afraid it’s just commonsense
’Cause, bitch, my soul's hollow as ever
The shit echoes when you knock on thе exo
On my Apollo 11, and I’m strong with the pencil
A small stеp but compared to all y'all, the measurement differs (Uh)
'Cause I be causin' a ruckus, you caught in a rut
Got you stuck in a constant destructive cycle
At the thought of a 44 project droppin’
And to be honest, I'm honored, so I'm gonna keep it comin'
Don't worry 'bout it, I'm on it, we outta here (Yeah)

[Chorus: 44RON]
Give up the game, I'm comin' out swingin'
Get rid of all the stains, I'ma fuckin' dry clean 'em
Hang 'em with a peg and let the sunlight treat 'em
Then muddy them again and I'ma rinse and repeat it
Hasn't anyone told you? I don't do it like most do
Y'all the new press, old news, we the front page headline
In any era, ho, we here

[Verse 2: Matthew The Artist]
Lemme go align these lines like a reticle
The way I design these rhymes, it's a pinnacle
'Cause I'ma go rise and climb like a steppin' stool
I've been on the grind with time, what my pen will do (Uh)
Givin' a "Fuck you" like Cee-Lo Green
What's new? You ain't see no green
How these people be, there will be no peace
Like a fuckin' mass shooter, I ain't reloading
Now, wait (Nah), since my wife left, I can fuck who I want (Yeah)
Do what I want, these girls want the rapper dick, I'm doin' my part
'Cause she went for zipper like she knew it by heart
Tried to steal a lil' peep, but I ain't talkin' 'bout Dax
And I know the thrills cheap, but try walkin' a lap
'Cause with the words I'm sendin' it'll have you stop in your tracks
And the end you will meet it'll go like Lennon, you get popped in the back
With the way that I'm blowin' up is killin' any challenger
I'm lovin' that I'm broken up (Yeah), surprised I didn't batter her
What I'm sayin' isn't low enough, insane and goin' numb
With the words in my brain, I ain't usin' all the caliber
You ain't pullin' up like you tryna get Excalibur
I got bitches tryna baby trap me from fuckin' in my bathroom
When we in the back seat but I know exactly, ask the other dudes
You've been fuckin' all the way from last week, lastly
I've been watchin' from a distance, saw you bombin' like you Gaza
You should stop it, you ain't with it 'cause I'm silker than the shocker
I ain't stoppin' for the drama, all my commas I deposit
Got it stockin' up the pockets, so I rock it when I walk it
And I talk it, and I'm all for the win so best me
How an orphanage is, she's takin' my kids from testes
But I hope that I'm under your skin like Ed Gein

[Chorus: 44RON]
Give up the game, I'm comin' out swingin'
Get rid of all the stains, I'ma fuckin' dry clean 'em
Hang 'em with a peg and let the sunlight treat 'em
Then muddy them again and I'ma rinse and repeat it
Hasn't anyone told you? I don't do it like most do
Y'all the new press, old news, we the front page headline
In any era, ho, we here