Got no hate on me

Feeling like goku

Switching to ultra instinctI′m supposed to

All my energy

Where does it goes to

Making songs, no

To make legacy

All my demons are prolly ahead of me

But you know what I'm not my own enemy

Working so hard to be the better me

Shaping my songs, like I′m doing pottery

They're just so good at mockery

Life doesn't change after a lottery

World revolves around me, call it rotary

I′m taking my time, I′m in no hurry

No hurry, chilling in studio

Performing magic in it, call me dynamo

Soon you're gonna hear my songs on the radio

Fat shady on heat, call it cardio

I rap in a foreign language

Not to sound cool

You′re just talking all the time

No work, you're a fool

They′re all over me now

When were they back then

I'm Vincent

And you can call me van

Cause imma Go-gh

To the top

Making bop

Give a Glock

To my opp

Go on shooting

And don′t stop

Imma reborn

To get you

Like Undertaker

In his coffin

Then we'll see who's crying now

And who′s laughing

You chase for the money

I chase for my pride

If you even wanna

You cannot provide

The energy I′m giving right here

In your right ear

In your left ear

Better freshen up

Before messing up

Wherever I go

I'm dressing up

Better work for it

Or die poor

It′s not worth

Just stressing up

Shh

Listen up

I'm ignoring DMs

I′m missing nothing

What you want from me is a story mention

But your track's hollow, so I′ll mention what

Yeah you right Brodie

What we right's prolly so foreign

They don't really get it

I′m bored and I′m ready

To go Cornrow Kenny

Put a rapper on life support

That's all too merry

I′m Santa

Stone cold flow got your nose like Rudolph's

I′m clogging the chimney when I'm spitting a stanza

Double O One meets rimer, we up on a rampage

Like we got the cheats, that′s PANZER

Nine to the five to the five to the nine

Experimenting in the lab, I'm Dexter

These emo bois called me out on my English

Proceeded to spread lyrical cancer

Inn bando ke chances slim

Yeh bande na shady

Let go of debating

The best in the region

Got a pen so prolific, I could do it stoned

It's takeover season

We writing scriptures, they copy

The fights gottem twisted, call it diss torsion

Revived in spirit of shit talking

Didn′t read the lyrics, still I be applauding

These rappers can′t save you

It's the bling era in Hawkins

I tend these bars, i sipped a fifth of vodka

Servin shots like a barkeep

Got no hate on me

Feelin like goku

Switching to ultra instinct

I′m supposed to

All my energy

Where does it goes to?

Making songs, no

To make legacy

All my demons are prolly ahead of me

But you know what I'm not my own enemy

Working so hard to be the better me

Shaping my songs, like I′m doing pottery