Call Out
I am not second to best
I'm the one that's been blessed
And I ain't on the bench
I say that with my chest
Putting to rest
All the notions that they ain't impressed
Ellen and Fallon my guests
This game's in my genes if you guessed
Raising hell like I'm possessed
And my girl rock Chanel like the west
These repeated rappers some pests
And I'm stomping 'em out of their nests
My kicks and their guts coalesced
That's how the red bottoms gonn' manifest
Looking so good but I ain't even dressed
I'm breaking hearts and I leave 'em depressed
Sick as hell so I'm hard to digest
Never run outta juice, I ain't been pressed
If they gassing I leave 'em compressed
I never aim for the vest
Run through their head and I put 'em to rest
And I'm stacking these bodies like cash to invest
If they're sleeping on me then they under arrest
Arms so big gotta keep them suppressed
So they don't hear my hits over gun protests
All of your hate mail it ain't addressed
You just spew insecurity that you repressed
And your mind done regressed
So you crumble when put to the test
That's why you want a girl that's dummy thick
You been acting soft like you're Gumby's dick
She gonn' break you off like old drumming sticks
Then she call me over cuz the plumbing's sick
Think I'm Mario the way I'm jumping chicks
And I'm on fire think I'm becoming wicks
Wanna look like me so you dumping bricks
But I drop 'em dead like I'm pumping kicks
Y'all clown around, but I'm hunting it
Bringing real pain, ain't a punching skit
Your new girl's just a money pit
Gotta playboy fee that's a bunny split
Obligated to say that I'm running shit
You can't keep up, make you wanna quit
Keep coming at you, I'm the son of hits
And if you running hope you know the gun'll spit
Know I'm popping shots until my hands numb
They keep coming after me like it's a ransom
If they're saying I can't spit because I'm handsome
I call 'em out the crowd until that motherfucker stands up
They wouldn't hold me back
But they only had
One chance at that
Cuz the old me snapped
Know I pull these gats
Outta my backpack
Y'all moldy maps
Old ways control your paths
Take shots like goalie pads
Leave y'all with holy caps
Been loud like rolling acts
So big like wooly packs
She wanna be cannoli wrap
I got more bread than ravioli had
And I'm swoll-ly packed
Looking hot when I cheese like I'm Colby jack
Still waiting for the feast like it's only apps
Know I'm blowing down your spot like I'm wolfy bad
And I'm all about the money like I'm Goldy Sachs
You just fake it for the gram and say you're holding stacks
Act like they run up the money but I take the tracks to the bank
Told 'em I'm bringing the farm so I'm giving the tractor some flames
Your girl tryna find her good angle she give a protractor some hate
And y'all can't afford a new kid but she's saying she's tragically late
Way that you bow down to me I'll be thinking you're asking for grace
All of this heat got me dripping like I'll leave the wax on your face
Try to be friends with the haters but they all be acting the same
And it seems like they don't get the picture so Ima be cracking the paint
They cover it up and be masking the pain
Ima just bask in the flave
Look for the scoop but you're passing the page
Can't read the signals you're last in the lane
Leave 'em behind like they're ass to the game
Going for kill shots put brass in your brain
It's a death sentence to slack on the name
Better confess or this Mass taking aim
Know I'm popping shots until my hands numb
They keep coming after me like it's a ransom
If they're saying I can't spit because I'm handsome
I call 'em out the crowd until that motherfucker stands up