[Verse 1: Denny Lanez] Don't talk to me bout paying dues Hot boy still play it cool Yall rappers like a plate of food, i never play to lose so i break the rules I might break ya jaw, break ya arm until im breaking off on breaking news Make ya move this a throw away ain't no way they taming zues Pop off Go in head first & get it knocked off Im the illest in it ppl get it twisted when im in here mixin these pop songs Lowkey, Pockets obese Gettin no sleep for like 4 weeks Newest version of the old me I ain't eatin till my bros eat Im a present to peasants My minds been infected, injected with essence & soaked in perfection I rip thru ya section Lyrical weapon Like doo doo doo doo Start countin ya blessings Ima pull up quick flex throwin cold punches Tell em run up till they pull something The media keep on talkin stupid But the one thats talkin always often losing Ion whip dance Small world, big plans She wanna ride like six flags I spit fast & get cash Run it & gunnin i told ya im comin Im runnin the summer The game took me under Wooooo, Ball like the thunder Juice in abundance Gats & the Cash in the cuberts Delirious boars Envious furious lords Let it all leak from my pours See me so gimme awards For, speaking the beast gonna feast & record Ooo im close enough, dont open up like pinatas
If u ain't got nothing pls say nada Leaving all these dead beats like a bad father Ima rare fossil Im Aristotle Ur Aeropostale, please dont speak Weird problems Like Scared models Either play possum or dont sleep Aye....(yeah) ...I feel like zeus *this ain't the hook but* I feel like zeus Ahhh feel like zeus [Verse 2: Denny Lanez] I use to write till my right was sore Tell these rappers dont write no more The sights of war I like the gore I slice ya car With viking swords We dont fight no more We just pop & bang ya like Walter Payton Bear arms & these ----- & the paparazzi try to stop my flavor Can't stop the matrix from watching vagrants Im switchin the flow Figure the distance & engine is itchin to blow I am the pope Show you the ropes I am not fond of them whippin in stoves Sitting alone, splitting the coast Breaking a bottle as soon as we toast Writing a verse that will pick at their bones Zeus in the flesh when I get in my zone Zeus in the flesh when I get in my zone, (oooh) When A winner speaks, miss me with them twitter beefs Murder Mil got cop k**ers & real hitters up in them streets, (like oooohh) Pardon me someone help em Apologies are too seldom Never back tracking, im back at it in other words n***a welcome, (in other words n***a welcome..)