Ratings Freestyle

[Intro]
Can't wait 'til I get my ratings
This shit right here's my statement
Can't wait 'til I get my ratings
This shit right here's my statement
Can't wait 'til I get my ratings
This shit right here's my statement

[Verse]
Yeah, this year was just a L
Shit, oh, well
'Cause next year, I'm atop it
Any time I spit, their faces drop with one sixteen
I'm not JAY1 but I mocked it
So I need a million bucks and I ain't givin' a ****
I cut a few guys off 'cause they're toxic
DJ Khaled, I got the keys like a locksmith
F the watch, gimme a house, that's boss shit
So I'm on a wave like boats
Vossi and cold, feel like Stormzy when I bopped in
Takе two shots of the rum, back to the drum
'Cause I'm rеally in a state like Boston
Some guys don't like me, but they still wanna pree
Don't wanna show love, bet they're watching
Cool, 'cause I don't like them and they ain't my friends
But when I do well, they're locked in
Air Force 1's, I might cop them
Jordans 1 to 8, you know I got them
Somethin' like NSG, I got options
Kitty so deep that I really got lost in
So deep that I might just drown
And I can't swim, so, shit, what now?
I do this for the fun, not clout
I think most of you guys washed out
But I'm comin' to change it, no pad and a pen
Do a couple of pages
My brain's in space when I'm runnin' up papers
Martian like Wayne, and I belong in a spaceship
Good gracious, we are not with the faintness
Complex with the pen, nah, I'm not with the basics
No Dom Pérignon, but I sip mag-a-num
Bottled up, ice-cold when it comes to the cases (So outrageous)
Mad what I do to the song
Burn it up quick like a nuclear bomb
I'm a nuisance, blow all the fuses
Me, I've never been a sheep, I do what I want
"Dreads ain't, Dreads ain't, Dreads ain't good enough"
They talk shit and I'm proving them wrong
I was so down, but now it's all lookin' up
Ball's in my court and I'm shootin' my shot
What?
Shootin' my shot
Shootin' my shot
But thre's more chance of me being the head of the country than ever usin' a Glock
Don't try to act bad when you're not
JD poured in my glass on the rocks
Three-point-five, that's packed in a pot
And I light that up 'til I'm actually gone
Sittin' in my room just holdin' a ten-pound note
Like I need to stack to the top
Munchies, so I feel hungry
Coat on, shoes on, then I go back to the shop
Call up mumsie
Talk 'bout all of this new music that I actually got
Told her straight, "When I drop this, no buts or ifs
I'm straight to the top"

[Outro]
Can't wait 'til I get my ratings
This shit right here's my statement
I was in LA was Sam in Feb'
Just lookin' at the views, that's breathtakin'
No chorus, bridge or intro
Respect my name, I've been cold
Yeah, I made this beat and I mixed this song
So get out my face, you dildo