Rank Wit Me

Call me obsessed
I am the best
Came back from the future to feature myself
Came back just to put your shit back on the shelf
Hold up wait, I ain't never left
And I'll be taking all the fans, you can call it theft
No more going outside, bitch it's not safe
Put a target on a snitch and let that rat race
I'll wear my shoes in your house like this is my place
You think you spitting, but that's just waragi
Call your fake friends, they owe you an apology
But it's whatever, I'm reading your eulogy
Ain't no wordplay here, this is not a game
You can hate, but know your kids, they gon' know the name
Ya'll rappers is cornflakes, you gon' need some milk
My demeanor Idi Amin so who's in first place
I see your followers just lost faith
This that demigod complex, you just animals
If they give me what they owe me there no refundables
There no refundables
There no refundables

How many beats we kill on a daily
Pussii, you wan rank with me
My note pad and pen will not fail me
They are no ifs or buts and no maybes
I got Zagang, the homies go crazy
We bring the heat, I hope you got AC
You will not remember us vaguely
Uhh
Step in the place and do a maza
I've got game just like a pasa
I might come and take your lady
You can run and tell your father
Opifeni is a hazard
Uh
If you come wrong, then you get murdered

Surrounded by these narcissists, whose arts is shit
I mean, I know some pharmacists who might insist
I see a physician because these rhymes is sick
I guess the way I think is Darwinist
Your favorite rapper's got survivors guilt
And I'll stay swinging till some blood get spilled
Stepped in the game and then it started to tilt
I mean, it started to shift, somebodies in the room
I mean, I'm the reason they speakers boom
I make the beats, write the bars
Then hit these rappers' heads just to get ahead
Yeah, I've seen so many things that really can't be said
Yeah, I'm kinda calm, you don't want me seeing red
Twist you by the hair, I'll be the one you fucking dread
So I ask you to be careful where you tread

If you want rap beef, you can hold shawarma
On the mic, I'm causing trauma
I might be your fucking karma
I stay killing shit, I am like a carcinoma
Bloody like a hematoma
I might put you in a coma
So watch yourself, homie
You might just get punctuated
This shit is lame, homie
It's like it's been amputated
This music in my blood like I'm getting cannulated
We came here to put the game, homie
You cannot debate it