Statutory

[Verse 1]
How this track go hard when it just started?
4.0 GPA as if we came from Harvard
See me teaching in the street, making sense common
Congrats, you've got a Benz
What'd you spend on it?
Still you're simple as shit, you got slim pickings
You got nobody to blame for your low limits
Damn fam, it's a shame that your grave is finished
But fuck, you bitches dug it so you'll lay within it
Why don't you see the predicament that you've been introduced to?
Dude, I'm far too ruthless, I will nuke you
Any of you motherfucking worms wanna squirm?
Send me a letter, my vendetta will let it burn
No concerns will emerge, I murder shit like "The Purge"
I need a reason to beef and y'all fulfilling the urge
And now that I'm back in this bitch, I'm finna make this shit surge
I been killing off these hoes, this work is where I splurge

[Chorus]
Style's like statutory
Y'all been some bitches, just getting horny
'Bout to get fucked, don't miss the warning
Finna see woody like this is morning
Your family won't miss you, dismissive mourning
Fields in Ohio, you bitches corny
Meals of the village, just piss poor porridge
Quit killing our mics, your shit is horrid

[Verse 2]
Fuck the mic, I fuck the mic
Despite the quality, I'm an anomaly
The top of prophets, ain't hyperbolic
I mean the most of these comments
I'll bomb your shit like a comet
Ain't fucking with all the nonsense
I'm dropping shit with some content, be honest
With yourselves, your stealth ain't shit but some sales
Your boat's been sinking with sails
That just been ripped with the nails
Of this, a victim of hell, yet godly
Wholesome, these L's, people vindictive will fail
Simple as this, he's a male which sends your end with some tales
Beware you've witnessed descriptive submission
With this inkling of minuscule information can erase your placement
This game is far from amazing, I'm bored like candy with mazes
Bitch I'm the Candyman and cancer stands to keep it up like ampersand
But I'm the man to stand in the way like traffic men
Hazmat attitude, showing no gratitude
To the numerous bitches abusing our music
Giving no excuses to prissy Lord Loser
Your whole life's been lackluster, motherfucker, shut the fuck up
Your foundation's been nothing but crumbs since day one
No one supports you and nobody cares
The hairs on your head been scarce
Like your fanbase, shit's as then air
Em's a guess in hip-hop? I guess no one knows of Tupac
If you can say retarded shit, then why can't I?
The Earth can't stand you, can you look to the skies?
This man is so fucking old his neck would break if he tried
Broke like his brain, so he stays rolling dice
McDonald's head ass, he's rice like stir-fry
Grainy vision'll get ya, I'm vista, degrading your picture
That means fading your image as if there were anything left
I'ma tell you what you could do best - shutting your mouth
You belong with the trash, I'm talking Oscar the Grouch
And fuck all the noise, that was the truth, I ain't fucking with clout
If you tell me I ain't spitting, y'all only shrouded with doubt
Y'all been asking for smoke and now you're choking on loud

[Chorus]
Style's like statutory
Y'all been some bitches, just getting horny
'Bout to get fucked, don't miss the warning
Finna see woody like this is morning
Your family won't miss you, dismissive mourning
Fields in Ohio, you bitches corny
Meals of the village, just piss poor porridge
Quit killing our mics, your shit is horrid