Opening Act

[Verse]
Fuck them mediocres at the back, you a snowball
Got too many probs, fuck your phone calls
You ain't really got nothing to prove, fuck your idols
I'm a Jaintia making moves, I'm a tribal
Bitch, if the mass knows me
Guess I ain't low key
Everybody mad I'm on a high note, see
Believe what I utter
Preach like no other
See through the bluffer
Me, I'm a prodigy
I ain't giving no fucks
Fuck a diss track, bitch, I wouldn't diss back if I got it from a pussy like you
Bitches with no drive think they got the wider vision, listen, you ain't really got the rare view
I'm winter, every season ice cold
When I'm speaking, I don't want none of you bitches up close
You thought I was just a side show?
Well, I think the critics might know
I do it best, I'm at the crest
I've resurrect, please this is too ease
Bitch, I go beast on the beat
Cease to retreat, we on the lead
I'm of a breed rare
But they venerate clones
You wait till you discover how to gravitate the mass, then you gain traction (they call it attraction)
Know that's shit I don't consider, you ain't even gotta ask, that ain't satisfaction (nah)
Bitch with a dumb brain
So mundane and bleak like a Monday
I put an end to the weak, Bloody Sunday
Can't unsay, you should've known it's a one way
No sunray, make it rain like monsoon
Kill like cyanide, no cartoon
You can see the end when I come through