Know that I′m runnin' the game, yeah (game)

Purple is all in my veins, yeah (veins)

Coppin′ a couple of chains, woah (chains)Throw it, I'm makin' it rain (woo)

Yo, how come everybody in the game

Wanna rap like you with the played out flow? (Flow)

I′ve been in the back, killin′ every damn track

And your rhymes all wack, how the fuck y'all blow? (Blow)

Well, this shit is all that I know (uh)

Rappin′ 'bout bitches and clothes, yeah (oh)

Gettin′ unlimited hoes, woah (ayy)

All of my diamonds are froze

Nah, you rap with venom, and then you pack the rhythm

And every track will hit 'em, and you blow (blow)

But you wack a little bit, don′t stack the syllables

You have to hit 'em with new flows (flows)

Like nah, homie, I'm in it for cash

Just wanna get me a bag, yeah, yeah (woah)

Tell ′em I′m whippin' the Jag′ (ayy)

And I be poppin' them tags

Like nah, everybody rap like that (that)

Everybody wanna make a track like that (that)

Everybody else in the game sound the goddamn same

And you won′t kill a rap like that (brr-aat!)

Like where the wordplay and the metaphors at? (Woo)

What y'all make, I could never call ′rap'

Big L, Big Pun, I'ma get ′em all back

And you mumblin′ motherfuckers'd better fall back

Nah, homie, it′s not gonna change

Clearly, we runnin' the game (woo)

Talkin′ 'bout women and chains

Droppin′ that shit that be numbin' your brain, it's fuckin′ insane

And they love it

We ain′t gotta rap or nothin'

Long as 808′s are bumpin'

It′s end of fuckin' discussion (woo)

Yeah, maybe right now, but it′s not gonna last

Y'all better make room for the prophets of rap (rap)

When they hear real shit, no copyin' that

Then they all gon′ see y′all rhymin' is wack

Y′all snakes, I'm choppin′ the grass

Gon' hit ′em with a bang, no stoppin' the crash

I don't wanna make bets, I′m droppin′ the cash (gang)

I'm not gonna let y′all kill hip-hop in its tracks (its tracks)

But we ain't even kill it, it′s evolved (it's evolved)

Fuck the ones who came before us

I′ma show 'em how to ball (woo, ball)

It's not evolution, y′all better cool it

Fuck mumble rap, we need a better movement

More real shit and way less pollution

Stop makin′ music, that's the best solution (brr-aat!)

Y′all think you dope, but that's just delusion

Say you will, but y′all don't ever prove it (yeah)

I′m the leader of the fuckin' revolution

Go get prepared for y'all execution (yeah)

Everybody wanna talk about the money and the women

That they be gettin′, but wanna kill it when they rap (rap)

Everybody wanna be the mack of the game

But you rappin′ the same and I put 'em on their back (back)

Everybody wanna be the best out

Wanna find the best route? Follow me, I put ′em on the map (map)

If you really want to be the best in the game

Stop rappin' like everyone else on the track

Homie, that′s all that they want

Lovin' the money I flaunt, yeah, yeah

Keepin′ it short, don't gotta give it a thought

Only the shit that I bought (yeah)

Fuck that, you gotta stay different

Y'all think it′s hot, but y′all straight trippin' (uh)

I′m off the chain and my blade spinnin'

Y′all in the club while my paint drippin'

I′m a fuckin' artist, who's done with all this

Straight wack shit, so I′m bustin′ on this

Y'all leaned out, but y′all suck regardless

I'ma run up on ′em, feelin' fuckin′ lawless (woo)

Better tuck your chain and fuckin' run your wallets

You are now lookin' at the youngest prophet

Who be killin′ rappers, got no other option

Yeah, they got green, but I′m a fuckin' goblin (goblin)

Tell ′em whatever your man felt

Sensei with the rhymes, so give me the black belt

Got flame, and the vibes are makin' the track melt

Goin′ all in, dawg, whatever the hand dealt (yeah)

Like ho, go tell a bitch, I flow so venomous

I boom-boom, hit 'em with the stone-cold evidence

I flow so relevant and show no benefit

A low blow, bring ′em where the po-po never been (woo)

Mumble rappers, shut your fuckin' mouth

Fall back, don't make another sound (yeah)

Tellin′ me to fuckin′ dumb it down

But I'ma buck ′em all, I got a hundred rounds

Like brr-aat!

Fuck it

I guess what I'm tryin′ to say is that (what?)

I miss the days

When emcees would kill it and blaze a track (for real)

When flows were different

And everybody would state some facts (facts)

And I ain't sayin′ I'm the best

Just tryna save rap (uh)