"Double Suicide (#Bck2Bck)"

Verse 1:
I'll break you niggaz off somethin' proper out the gate
Two fingers in the air for them niggaz who can't relate
Two fingers in the air for them fools that's second place
Them dudes in despair, my tunes exquisite taste
I'm - rude for my food, voracious an' eat the plate
Set a mood wit' my tunes, bodacious on each tape
I - do what I do 'cause the move's to be great
So - goons get consumed, ladies swoon 'cause I'm a ace
Let's - turn it up a notch, upper echelon, crush whoever comes
For my spot, I up the level, son, bust a megaton
Dust'll settle on ya grave where I plant my pedestal
Stamp my federal - dead on ya coffin, slanted but legible
Tracks just practice, major in one-upmanship
Flavor - to come an' get
Fuck wit' this, +In The Hills, The Cities+, make a note of that
A nigga catchin' bigger bodies than +Popolac+
I got my swag back daddy, that's word to Hova Carter
Print's ya Holy Father, know me for total slaughter
My vocal's on an' poppin', Chris Breezy wit' the steez
I never lose momentum when facin' my enemies
Pro'lly get tired of me braggin' an' boastin' when flowin'
You can call it showboatin', it's whatever floats yours
Just love aggressive rhymin', but can switch to any style
A lil' somethin' I'll demonstrate right now
Picture me rollin' in a Maybach wit' the partition
Yves St. Lauren frames blockin' haters from my vision
Me an' my lady in the back, I'm gettin' dome, pullin' on her Remy
Kinda slizzed off Grey Goose an' Henny
Trukfit on my person, Supras on my feet
Tatted like a G, you would swear I'm from the streets
See -- can't a young nigga get money anymore?
I mean, make some hit records, movin' Diamond out the stores
Since a kid, a young nigga just wanted to go plat
I mean, ain't that the mission? Get ya bank account fat?
Heh, I guess I'm in the wrong genre
Feelin' like Steph Curry, got a +Warrior's+ hunger
Feelin' like Steph Curry, I should be ya MVP
Feelin' like Steph Curry, put up nothin' but 3's
Ooooh wee... who's he? Long sleeve, we can roll up
Brolic wit' the flow, see the line gettin' swolle up
Hol' up, I'm talkin' bars an' you talkin' Xanax
Catalog already large, this just a annex
Rap superhero, but sweetheart -- no spandex
A missile just for you, but I'ma hit ya man next
I drop mixtapes fuckin' back to back
Go Beast Mode an' attack the track
Back to back, like that nigga Janus
Go thru the portal head first an' kiss my anus
My reflection tellin' me to touch my shoulder, dust myself
Toss a octopus dick, now you can go fuck ya'self
How am I gon' trust ya if ya don't trust ya'self?
It's too many notches, you gon' need another belt
Back up in my zone, shakin' off the stigma
Piece of advice: Go get that Llama like Yzma
Put it to ya brain, let it rat-a-tat-tat
Now ya' homie should pick it up, suicide back to back