Pandora’s Box

Swear I'm just through wit you niggas
Hate you all wit a passion
Got nothing to do with you niggas
Threaten me but can't follow through
That's you lil niggas
All these bitches stay below me
How's the view lil nigga
Perception is skewed nigga
Cause the slew of you
Really on my dick about stupid shit
Tryna downplay like I'm new to this
Hating on the craft when I'm true to it
Keep that energy when I pull ya bitch
I grew some witt and knew a bitch would try me
Gruesome with the tools and grit should I be
Run up on, the weapons drawn is likely
Spun the block, I make em drop, and my team
Full of elite motha fuckas that bout it
You say that you are, and yet I highly doubt it
Dick riding niggas they know mighty clouted
I swear niggas snakes and they judgement is clouded
Fuck spitting bars
Bitch I'm taking over
All yo music trash
Cause you can't stay sober
I'm paid in stacks
You paid in exposure
Say I spit too fast?
Let me take it slower
Fuck you and all that you stand for
Same work, what you blocking my bands for?
I been grinding, fuckin writing til my hands sore
Bitch I'm going to the top to command more
See I know that I'm up next
My fuckin mindset is "about god damn time"
Y'all are just carbon copies of each other
I swear all you niggas sound like...

Chain on me
Chain on me
I ain’t got it for the shine
Rain on me
Rain on me
Everybody gon’ die
Party crashing, I’m bottle smashing
Boy, stop the noise, I don’t want your racket
My belt’s fastened
Ya’ll fucking asking
I’m busting in and nobody lasting
This my town, my town
Canine when I bite down
Call the cops and I fly out
Superman with my eyes out
Cyclone when I wipe out
That mind’s gone when it’s wiped out
Dial tones, wiped out
Drop the phone, lights out
Homie undefeated like I’m Hogan in the ring
Everybody got a gimmick, it’s a whole new scene (cut)
I put in the time like a prison, I’m an OG
Make like a bitch and I OD (OD)
Learned from the best with a bulletproof vest
Catch a fist and a hook like I’m fishing on the net
Keep a look on the fakers and the fucking imitators
And I’ve been a risk taker, putting skill to the test
Par for the course, all your music is fake
Drop the apocalypse like it was fate
Homicide up inside, natural paint
Ya’ll thought this shit was the same (Nah)
This might as well be a covenant
Bring in your boys, obligated to circumvent
Them bitches know who the serpent is
I am not repping a gun, I’m the Ultimate, Ultimate