Elijah IN THIS B*TCH, I MICHT JUST PULL THE HAMMER SHOOT YOU IN YOUR MOUTH AND NOW YOU HAVE NO GRAMMER, TURBAN ON MY HEAD, YOU JEALOUS OF THE GLAMMER HIT YO GIRL WITH THE SAME MOVE LIKE A SPAMMER Pages get tattered, I’m splittin’ your standards, Every bar matter, I’m weighin’ the ladder. You mimic the pattern, I author the grammar, Same sounds recycled, I’m cuttin’ the chatter. Flow get dismantled, your cadence get fractured, I bend the whole structure, then leave it in tatters. You chase the reaction, I master the angle, Wordplay so sharp it could sever a channel. I don’t need to yell, my delivery damage, Syllables swing like they breakin’ your balance. Zona feel different the second I land it, They study my moves like a sacred manuscript. When my album drops all y’all niggas gunna cry in the car Windows fogged up, reality hittin’ too hard, Rearview full of doubt, you can’t outrun the bars. Every track a mirror, every hook leave a scar, Not pain—recognition of how behind you are. I don’t make sad songs, I make truth in surround, Bass pressin’ your chest while the lies fallin’ down. You thought it was hype, now the silence too loud, Volume on max but you can’t drown it out. They said “he confident,” I said “I’m prepared,” Big difference between talk and breathin’ rare air. If tears hit the wheel, that’s the weight of the craft, I ain’t make you emotional— I just showed you the gap. On these rap nighas that don't write they rhymes Get a can of Sprite with a twist of lime Money, money, money, always on my mind Coupe color purple, no, I'm not Celie We run New York like we play relay My flight took off, yours has been delayed Give it to them early nighas, so don't be late Playtime is over, when I spit bars all My mixtape bring all the peasants to the yard Yo, I guess I went commercial, just shot a commercial When I flew to the set, though, I ain't fly commercial And the ad is global; your ad was local When we shot it was a lot of different agriculturals So | laugh at hopefuls; Who pop Only thing that's pop is my endorsement, akh Fuck around and l'il have to go and reinforce the Glock I stay on y'all brains Nothin' ass broads tryin' to come up off my name [verse] Indian-style, courtside with a cavalier V.I.P. rosé; you can have a beer 'Cause, honey, when you getting money you don't have a care Basic insurance and it don't include dental Dental, dental, yes, bitch, I'm mental (Oh) Plus I'm in the big boy and it's not a rental (Hey) Shit ain't sweet unless it's the Presidential You a mutt Tell him quack quack, he's a motherfuckin' duck, duck - goose! U a Saturday Night Live - spoof! One thing the coupe never got - roof! Yeah, I took the spot she gone - poof! Me and Cold-verse, deuce! Stay fly, you can call me "have a safe flight" And my wrist froze, stage fright

Who is gunna chart again (me)