‘Never Been Down ('I'm Still #1' REMIX)’

Hook (x2):
If you see them muhfuckaz, no they never been down
They could never, –an' couldn't even polish my crown
An' furthermore, they really need to polish their sound
Talkin' all that big shit when they never been found

Verse:
You stupid fuckz still takin' my passion for a joke
Actin' like you want it, –lemme fashion up the smoke
I whip ass, lyrically you get lashed by what I wrote
Hittin' like a Morning star when it's smashed into ya' scrote
Unabashed, but provoked, feel the moxy I evoke
As I prepare–to expand like POTUS–Knox Polk
I'm a fuckin' beauty bar, you niggaz just boxed soap
Bruh I'll die 'fore I ever get boxed into a trope
Issa nope, {–} ya' content dull an' never will hurt
Y'all ain't fuckin' wit' me like a convent full of Sarah Gilberts
Seal them lips, don't comment in error, build first
{-} Or run the risk for me to foment terror -- trill work
Is all I deliver, —bonafide like the ability to breathe
My hostility's unsheathed
E'ry rapper in prox just goes–into–debility an' seethes
Shut 'em down, credibility achieved
{-} An' I'm back on-point
Feelin' like myself, so I won't disappoint
Gonna - shit on those who ain't feelin' my viewpoint
An' - eat all these niggaz raw like a bluepoint
You - gonna love me, I'll make sure of that
Vow to keep it ten-hunnid an' procure them stacks
Yeah, fill up these pockets, make sure they fat
Give all honor to God an' endure the flack
All I can be is PRIZZY, nada más y nada menos
An' when it come to bars, you know I got los buenos
Fluyo como - un— neoyorquino aunque soy sureño
So potent, ship my tracks in cans of jalapeños
Heh... an' that's just how I do
Drum-up more +interest+, call my buzz "The Accrue"
Always - wanted to be the one to buzz wit' a crew
But I'm - better alone, though I still fuck wit' a few
An' if I - fuck wit' ya' no mo', then it's fuck what you do
It don't matter how they praise all the fuckshit you do
'Cause I'm certain–I can top anything you submit
By quality, I'm ‘Endgame’ an' you just low-budget -- quit
Tryna block my shine, you ain't got the muscle, chill, son
Fa'real, I'll make ya' future/Future look bad like Russell Wilson