lyrics:
ayo, i keep as many guns on me as Batman does
but i keep as many lyrics as a rap fan does
if you plan on goin ghost, imma Pac-Man sumn
pop a power pellet, plus i got crackhead lungs
another day, another dumbass who didn't get the memo
lookin like a minivan, actin like a limo
i'll leave your tires flat like how your punchlines fall
it's some rappers out here that's tryin to one-up Pridefall
fuck it, no homo, but i think about my boyfriend every night
you think you on some conscious shit? i'll show you erudite
pulled up to the stu to make some beats, i wasn't there to write
looks like you had different plans, i guess i'll raise the fahrenheit
your stories ain't verified, you need to cite your sources
640 horses in these 911 Porsches
you freezing up like rigor mortis
even if you got to goat status, don't act like you'd be passin any torches
you'd hoard shit, you punchin in nothin, you barely slap box
i'm mighty and massive, these motherfuckers is matchbox
my sampling is like finding abandoned buildings
breaking the padlock, and turnin it to a trap spot
i ain't white washin nothing, this ain't no Colgate
looking like you used to wear the hats that read "obey"
cause some road rage in a bronco like... well, y'know
same drums as Mighty Healthy, i'm the new Ghostface
i might just catch the blast from a hype verse
the pressure keep building on you till your windpipe burst
every list of names you make, you better put mine first
the name of the game is lightworks
but yo, i break laws, jaws, false promises, and limits
and stay on cloud 9 like final fantasy 7
add em up, i still ain't even hit my sweet 16
but i spit 2 that were so ill, i had to take sick leave
(Freddie Gibbs) can't go outside, i might catch corona or a hollow tip
(Danny Brown) my [REDACTED] made a wrong turn, got flipped in the zone
(Jay-Z) spill 3 quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat
(Logic) the bomb atomically, the lyrical anomaly
(Action Bronson) M5 soundin like a symphony
(MF DOOM) must be too strong for tuggin spirits
(Earl Sweatshirt) i do less when i stretch fore i hit the bar
(Ghostface Killah) catch me in the corner not speakin
(Yasiin Bey) my ink so hot, it burn through the journal