Life of the party

I′m hyped for the project

(Hyped for the project)Yeah, bro, weather been good

Bunch of grey days, yeah, yeah, what an intro

Sending shots, I only rapid fire 'cause

That′s the kind of shit I have admired since I

Had a half a mind to, scattered like shattered

China, gathered data, I had to find a fuck to

Pretend to give, (uh) put you to sleep with a

Mattress, a pacifier and a sedative

Swing for the fence, your ass is grass, and mine is

Scott free, no Travis, in a national park

(Yosemite), I'd rather not be a

Gross entity, that'd cost me some

Close enemies, lack distraught feelings

Most definitely, you′d rather not be heard

This my November; you get no empathy

This ain′t nothing but some funeral prep to me

I can knock the track to and fro, readily

I got no remedy, I produced and wrote every

Track but this one, so after this I'm totally

Back in business, cut from different cloth, they say God

Has intentions, I suspect that he′s just

Bad at knitting, they gon' take this shit as

Sacrilegious, hate on me? I′ll have to

Act surprised, get in line like a

Traffic pileup, kill myself, it'd probably

Satisfy you, but sad enough I got a

Better idea, put my heart in a beat, that′s a

Sacrifice, and later after I've squeezed

That dry, use the saccharides, on the

Back nine, use a pathfinder, new

Portrayal, turned road to riches, got

Passed the rock, killing all the pigeons

Go the distance, not just shoulder width, got a

Good arm, and the stones to hit 'em, and I

Strategized (yeah, yeah)

I said I strategized, I could de-atomize

I live the rapper life, your life a wrap, that′s the

Afterlife, leaving you empty-handed I

Hope you can pantomime, songs y′all tend to write

(Suck) are standard, I set the standard, try to

Stand in my stance, ran it by you, graphed the

Diagram, slide with a slant rhyme from my diaphragm

Love God, don't know if I′d die for him

Real talk, copious bars, be on guard

Rap tight as leotard

Seen it all, man you

Better believe it dog

Tryna kill me is hard

Tryna kill me is hard

Guilty as charged, so I

Stand trial

I'm the one who makes the

Lambs silent, I have the shit you

Can′t find, bad intent around the

Campfire, got my hands dirty, they were

Sanitized, they gon' know the name, got it

Memorized, I′m the centerpiece while you

Camera shy, living pipe dreams, yours

Ran dry, you just fantasized, you

Missed shots when I landed mine, couldn't hit me on a

Landline, I don't know what you expect to

Transpire, dirt on me? you a

Damn liar, I′m a man of my word

Wanna emphasize the force, think I need an

Amplifier, more spitting, hit like a

Batting lineup, core strength, that said they

Acting like it′s forbidden, going up like a

Satellite in orbit, if they asking "who

Am I," it's rhetorical, making moves like I′m portable, rich mind, this

Affordable, see the war sigil? yours a little torn ribbon? ask me, it's more fitting

(I mean like it fits better)

Feel like every time that I spit sped up

Y′all get hit, get a a thick sweater

Let you have it, I don't give that up like a vendetta

Different level

Remain in denial, then

I′ll just have to, like, set you straight, fast as vipers, deadly fangs

When I

Can't decipher what you're saying, put you in pamper diapers, detonate (ew)

(′Cause you′re a baby)

In case you didn't get it, thick headed

Lie a lot, ′cause I don't forget a thing, never get

Ahead of me, instead of being fed up thinking

Heavily I breeze and end up even better, seeing measures, greedy beggar

With the speedy setup, redeveloped, now I keep it mellow

(Think I reinvented genius

When I reap the benefit)

I′m the

Demi God of rap, spit like a

Semi-automatic, letting off and fast

Excessive volume, sound like Remy, Cardi, add a

Jeffry Dahmer factor, espionage, I rapid

Fire, aspire to get me on a line, like a

Fishing rod, I have the mixing pot, the brand is

Betty Crocker, pan, extend the shot, the shells I

Spent, it got expensive, credit karma cash

Sketchy, drawing dead, intrepid, confident

Reckless, flawless, feckless, necklace on my neck and

Negligence on my head, treads I'm on can tread

Hence the walking dead, sent me off the get you

Rescue party? eh, pretty obvious

Exactly why I′m letting all 'em have it

Collecting dog tags, getting called some

Petty "garbage trash shit," deathly hollow tips

Remember, I'm the one who everybody got a

Hefty problem with, bodies requisite for the

Modern requiem, shots consecutive, rapid fire ratified.

(Treat me like I′m a

Winner, when are these

Memories gonna be permanent?

This the project, I′m the prospect

My memory'll live in my

Grand child)