Playstation

[Verse]
I got sick of class so I’m making some classics
I’m mastering all of these fuck niggas averages
Relax with the laxative
Sike, you don’t want that shit happening
Niggas thought I’m actually playing the game when I’m still only practicing
You looking so lost let me find you a map again
Heat is the only thing I’m fucking rapping so don’t gas me up or you’ll cover in ashes
I’m teaching, you still learning adding
Pick up the textbook, I’ll pick up the action
I run the check up like it’s tracking
Then I split it with my niggas like fractions
Aye
I wanna spit hip hop but niggas ain’t lookin for that
So I had to resort to this bullshit type rap
Where these niggas ain't hip and/or hopping
They sitting and mumbling and somehow they popping
These niggas just all need to stop it
I’ll take 'em out like opposites of deposits
They having withdrawals now all up in the closet
Woah, aye, yeah
It’s funny 'cause they are not banking
No wonder why all of these niggas need saving
I put all of them in their places and hurt them in places that’s gon’ need replacing
Don’t try to step up to me, there’s no staircases
Stop tryna be Jaden when he was explaining to interviewers on how Drake is amazing
When he is just basic
You playing like stations, aye
If you think that I’m playing then you got some jokes
Man I go super saiyan all up on on this beat and all up on the flow