No Filler

[Verse 1: Swisha T]
I only smoke killer, no filler, the king's back (Back)
Send a dope dealer to see me, he'll get jacked (Yah)
Everything you cap about, homie, I live that
Lying to your fans, you need to get bitch-slapped
I'ma kick back and chill, that's what I do
These rappers all depressed, suicidal
I don't wanna listen to someone that's always crying though
You sounding like my bitch when I'm hitting, breaking her spine, bro
Damn, I know it's sad, innit?
Your shit be so wack, bro, we can't rate it
You nothing like Swish, I'm the fan favorite
I been campaigning, give me time and I'll be damn famous
The king's finally home, now you gotta worry
I don't got a [?], cooking rappers like a pot of curry
Yeah, I ain't [?], every single track I drop is dirty
Y'all do not concern me, all my haters probably wanna murder me
Now I'm all locked in
When it's all said and done, I'ma be top ten
I got a couple hundred freaks and they all got friends
(When they heard me on the beat, I bet they all got wet, yah)

[Verse 2: Junk]
I'm like [?]
[?]
I move slick [?]
Music be my [?]
It's easy, the way that I'm riding a beat is steezy
It's Fiji water water bottle 'cause the flow clear
Oh, you got a couple streams? But I don't care
Tell me once again how cool you are over a cold beer
Talking politics, it's funny, this ain't [?]
Got a couple hundreds sitting on me like a old chair
That's real, but this shit is really a fable
You sound fake, best could be the jewelry you praising
I grind independent, put my music on the label
Mind how I get it? Put a foot off of my table, it's business
Clean it up like I was doing dishes, ambitious
[?] while you dick-riders is dickless

[Verse 3: JSTN DMND]
Roll to Swisha on the road to redemption
Popping off, I been living, and you know that I'm flexing
[?]
A rap god, stacking dollars [?]
I'm living the dream, no Inception, a blessing
Only got the realest on this team, no exception
Back against the wall, y'all just fold under pressure
Been working overtime, tryna slow the momentum
Know this shit dope, put a hole in your septum
Bitch, I'm next up, finna blow like a weapon (Pow-pow)
See my progression? I'm grown like erection
Got a Rolex on my wrist, never checking
My time different [?]
My grind different, I'm making business, you ain't affording me
The price went up [?]
[?]
Uh, I'm alive, bitches
I ain't get involved with all the drama that you try bringing
I make every second count, it's really been a hot minute
Now the boss about to go home, world about to know, swish