"#YouOutYaFuckinMind"

Hook(x1):
This my domain, man I do as I please
You out ya fuckin' mind if you steppin' to me
'Cause if you step to me, then that's beef wit' my team
An' we don't want the beef, we just came for the cheese
If this ain't the realest shit you niggaz done heard
You out ya fuckin' mind, believin' lies absurd
You should all simmer down, just break up ya herb
Roll it up, light it up an' sing-a-long to my words

Verse 1:
I'm back on my shit, gold bars -- insane alchemy
It's always cold hearts that bring flame out of me
I persevere in order to claim clout, undoubtedly
So I can spit in the face of peabrains who doubted me
I spout it to taunt lames that ain't bout it, B
You spit sicker than me? I doubt it, G
When it comes to real talk, they ain't countin' me
Fuck it, I'm out to get brain like the Lorraine balcony
Now we see you're counterfeit; retaliate? I counter quick
Haymaker without a fist, all out without a risk
Keep it brisk an' let it bang like a orgy in a mosh pit
Stop, bitch, cut out that twat shit
Insatiable like Golan, greedy an' want more
Just picture me rollin in Royces or on tour
I'm colder than Poland, know who you fuckin' wit'
Think my head swollen? Bitch that's my fuckin' dick

Hook(x1)

Verse 2:
I get real raw, plus my style is hardcore
Smell it like leak, drugged-up mystique out my pores
Y'all pussy, I hear you roar; paper Goliaths
Look menacin' but wouldn't pop a cherry in landica
Flow got more kick than Hidden Dragon, buckwild
.357 click like stilettos on marble tile
I harm the child thinkin' he can fuck wit' my flow
Who put it in yo head suicide's the way to go?
Think y'all emceein', bullshit y'all believin'
Still got milk on ya breath, ya ears is wet
Placenta all on ya back; how else should I put it?
You fall off the turnip truck chasin' the bandwagon?
I hear ya mans braggin', all that yack is fuel in my balloon
Hot air-powered; caught in crosshairs, now ya stares go downward
Afraid to look, snake eyes to the loser
Vaffanculo to ya ruler, that fool is a tool, bruh
I'm worth the wait/weight, holdin' my own
Backstrokin' in Lake Tahoe wit' two velour tracksuits on
My bars'll break ya digital scale or triple beam
I bring you literal Hell thru lyrical means
Rip a nigga apart under +The Burning Moon+
For lost souls that provoke, I'm yearnin' to consume
An' you don't know nann who'll deny my shit's hard
I'm out 'til I return wit' a bad bitch like Ishtar