Who is gunna chart again (me)

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

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