

Prompt / Lyrics
I’m a problem they don’t really wanna deal with clip em all and I ball like Blake griff say you bout smoke, better know I want the same shit I just want money hoe fuck being famous and I keep a 9 I ain’t tryna be dangerous but I gotta have it for the opps that don’t like me why you getting mad that I’m fucking on your wifey that ain’t my fault with her clothes half off I came I saw I conquered my god my lord gonna run the game til im bored give em songs every day but they still want more so I’m checking in store and I strike em like Thor need a mothafuckin rari not a ford with the Christian Dior on the floor of my bedroom it’s me and my mic in the booth and I let loose in my own lane I’m good don’t need a rescue I’m a lone wolf bitch Im not here to bless you shitting on the game like I need to use the restroom hold up let me take a break sike fuck that I don’t ever take breaks I just walk up in this bitch every day and take rank roll the dice pay the price I don’t like to play safe man I’m rapping like I’m Eminem mixed with lil Wayne with a little bit of hard rock gotta hard cock for your main gotta Glock let it bang when I put it to your brain you won’t feel no pain but you boutta get dropped in the middle of the rain man I’ve always been the type to go and go against the grain never go against a lame cock back and take aim like “gunshot” yeah im the mothafuckin one if they callin for the job then Im gonna get it done got the world in my hands and the team on my back with your girl on my dick every day kick back relax but I run it up fast cause I gotta get racks I’m a problem they don’t really wanna deal with clip em all and I ball like Blake griff if you bout smoke, better know I want the same shit I just want money hoe fuck being famous feeling like the mothafuckin greatest you the lamest I don’t really give a fuck what you be claiming man I treat you like a mothafuckin punching bag when I be in the gym and I be training when I come through with the money it’s cloudy the way it’s raining if you want it then we playing with them sticks but we ain’t gaming I be all up in the field I cock it back and get to aiming I ain’t playin why you blamin? if you fucked up then admit it homie take it I ain’t really with the fakin like damn catch me rocking out Pearl Jam pull up in a rari and I silence all the lambs run it back like the rams yall fakin like scams and your girl want my sack like I’m selling her grams with a 28 ounce now I’m selling these pounds got 26 rounds but I’m 25 now Im back in my bag and Im never coming out I have gotten to the point where I do not have doubts everybody reachin they be fakin for the clout my name all in they mouth like they boutta wear it out don’t worry about me or my fucking whereabouts I am on another level and Im never slowing down man I rap like a cyborg boutta take off 5,4 3,2,1 bitch I’m him it’s done
Tags
Trap, anthem, heavy 808 bass, rap, EDM, anime style rap, loud, bouncy
2:59
No
1/21/2026