Right After Me

[Verse 1: Ry]
I'm exalted like that thing that hold Aladdin feet
Walk with control like Totalitarian feet
Grab a beat then scrap and eat
Grab a beat then scrap eat
Out of my mind like a bomber that attack for peace
Some choice words for all who attacking me
Go drive while you take a nap in a [Jeep] (yea)
And watch your head smack your fucking feet
Three things that describe me factually? (hmmm)
Young, Black, and a Beast
Cluck vegetarian, I stay mixing crack with beats
Ready for a war, Spike Lee camera couldn't capture me
Fuck around recording and become Ry's next casualty
Whether I'm beasting or I'm just going casually
Factually you know I'm out chasing salaries

[Hook]
What I like doing? Toe-tagging beats
Get to flowing, no time for dragging feet
What I spit hella similar to dragon speech
My arteries be stashin heat
I'm a motherfucking beast
I'm not just flashing teeth
I'm just last on the leash
What you doing Ry? Trying to make a masterpiece
So tell these boys they can get right after me
Right after me, Right Right After me (X3)

[Verse 2: Ry]
Bout to black out like Charlie Murphy in an Amish home
At you rhymers who be plainer than an Amish bomb
In an Amish palm in an Amish Home (in an Amish home)
I stay round fire like a motherfucking omelet on
Hide Chris Hanson treat the verses like they home alone
Or Fleece would if Macaulay Culkin was Home Alone
In other words these beats getting raped
By all this heat on a nigga fucking tape
I'm a greedy thing, I ain't trying to cut no cake
Evolution never happened cause I'm still a fucking ape
Disturb the peace when I go Luda on the fucking mic
Fans think I'm Juanita the way that I be fucking mics
Talking bout my verses but that's 23 ex wife
First night of Biggest Loser, boy ain't nothing light
And with these bars I should be in a cell for life
Boy yo pen game as scary as some melting ice

[Hook]