Yhrr

Tonight, Daylyt
Versus
Verse
Sheesh
Yerrr
What's poppin' my nigga?
You back again, my G?
Hell yeah, nigga, it's colder than a motherfucker out here, nigga
Nah son, that's facts
Shit, why don't you give a nigga a jacket or something one time?
You deadass?
Hell yeah, I'm deadass nigga
This nigga talkin' about deadass
Nah, this OD
Yeah, you right
Nigga, it is though, for real
Word is bond, my G
Alright, cuz, I'ma see you later, my nigga
Alright, I'll see you
Alright

Yeah 
Mama said, "You was too nice"
And I replied that's the way I write mama
They took it to the 'net wit it
And now it's on sight, mama
Take a look at how I'm still being polite, mama
I do this 'cause I know it's ain't no fight, mama
I know these lil' niggas really need trainin'
What's at the end of the tunnel? Oh, it's light, mama
Still couldn't see me on your best day
Do this shit on wax, it be the best way (that be the best way)
Fingers twisted stompin' with my squad, boy (my squad, boy)
We'll break bones if you try X-Ray (X-Ray)
I see to you niggas this is no game (this is no game)
We don't need no gas but get a propane (get a propane)
When we thinking fly we thinking spirits (word)
Sent your lil' man out there, shit, is so lame (yerrr)
All we get is typing in these comment sections (comment section)
Instafeeders, get back to the rhymin' sections (to the rhymin' section)
Yeah, oh, you know what I do, nigga (what I do, nigga, nigga)
Oh, I'm gon' get back to the rhymin' section (uh-huh)

It's your birthday
They had a party for you on your birthday
Look at what you started all because your birthday
My nigga, we don't give a fuck about your birthday

I'm deadass
I had to get my focus free
This how it's supposed to be (Yerrr)
Love for anybody who ain't close to me
Death to who wasn't
You're now watching the best who does this

Uh
I guess it's all over jealousy
I became what you could never be, the nicest
And while you niggas cherish me
There's not comparing me to none of y'all
One of y'all say my name
And I'll get to sonning y'all for daring me
Apparently line f-
You niggas sound dumb!
One of my lines your whole album
Up to space he go
We show up with infinity nines on my side
The golden ratio
Made two hundred mil'
Before I had a deal
Off a 20K e-mail list, that's buyin' still
My hustle on Infinity Boulder
Bank account like a serial code (uh)
You niggas eat ya cereal cold (huh)
Silver spoon niggas gon' feel ya doom, Vaugn DOOM
Figure I'm fine tuned, but never drawn
My mind groomed with every simile
You kiddin' me?
This could be a No Fly Zone, literally
But my guy cool
It's kinda cold on that side too
I'll bite you like a Hi-Chew, HIYU (ooh)
I know it's been an issue with my side-shooters
Past beef led to some Odd Futures

I'm deadass
I had to get my focus free
This how it's supposed to be (YHRR)
Love for anybody who ain't close to me
Death to who wasn't
You're now watching the best who does this
I'm deadass

It's ya birthday
They had a party for you on ya birthday
Look at what you started all because your birthday
My nigga, we don't give a fuck about your birthday

Uh
The feelings still Eerie, they was right
You wanna be those niggas, I hope you hear me clearly
No editing, I'm just a Westside gunner, the flow credited
With the cons and the pros of your settlement Geppetto shit
I wish a nigga would, boy 
I'm too good, boy
Get his butter scuffed see the margarine off
You mad at Ken? You a Barbie Doll
I send a rec nigga down, I sent him to the Lord Jamar
Not a nigga in the top 100 could stop me from runnin'
The Juggernaut of the BX
I walk through the borough like, "That's your GOAT? Well he next"
Off with his head, nigga lets rock 
I'm cookin' in Brooklyn 
But who's the best opp?
Slick Rick the only ruler that maneuver
I been doin' this since you was in the school bus 
Quit playing
Get a box off Top 
We drop the box off the yacht
The police might need the scuba gear like the new ruler here
They ain't achieved none of the stuff I've accomplished
I made it out from where nothin' was promised
Shot my own videos 
Code my own shit 
I made my own beat
Golly I get loose, and prove I'll body a producer too
I'm two for two 
With nothin to prove, you niggas think it's 'bout views
I ain't made an album in eight years
And seven of them I been on a cruise 
Makin' billionaire moves
At the top linin' food
Oh, we 'bout to have a party, a party, party?
And you was at the party? To "Party, party"?
Scrapin' and scramblin' 
Oh, let me cook the apron is madness
You scrimmage and we gon' break you 
You're practice, shit gon' get reals
I would apologize for Big
But that some shit that ya'll mess did 
They let the lie out
Nothin' I should be shy 'bout
Wasn't you at the HoneyComb Hideout? 
I'm deadass

I had to get my focus free
This how it's supposed to be
Love for anybody who ain't close to me
Death to who wasn't 
You're now watching the best who does this
I'm deadass!