2020 Intro

[Verse 1]

Fuck all that patient shit, they wanna argue

I ain't take the bait for shit, this ain't art school

Fuck your lil' high-brow critique

Before I bow in defeat, ain't walked down my street

Never been the "that's the way it is" type of dude

Fuck that, I'm a "tell you how it is" type of rude

Bust that, type of moves

Light a fuse to bring light to that type of bruise

So deep under, people scared

We could only feel it, but we can't see it

Lot of these dudes only type it, they can't be it

Champion any man, region, fuck what can't be in

Can't beat 'em when thеy can't see them

On that free the man being

Yеah, and I barely puff but trust that I beat Diddy on any care lingo

Keep with me, many dare to think so

Write with the blood of fakes, though

And it's very rare, the ink low

But honestly, fuck a rap compliment

What the fuck's a bar to a prophet, bitch?

What the fuck's a threat to the option-less?

I need this shit to breathe and I gots to live

Yeah, think the time is yours, 'cause online is yours

That's what you grindin' for?

Watch when we cut the net like the Final Four

I bet you don't got the chest to back that lion's roar, pussy

Yeah, push me, I promise

I'm used to stress, all I could be is honest

I used to fret that I couldn't even keep conscious

Thanks to my weakness, I couldn't be the strongest out

[Bridge]

Huh, situation game critical

Stop playing with me this year, man, I tried to tell y'all

I'm not playin' no fuckin' games this year

Don't look at me no type of way

Don't fuckin' s- fuckin' subtweet me, whatever you wanna do

Don't do shit this year, look

[Verse 2]

I'm no stranger to anger and rage

Getting aimed at my head by a lame

'Cause they name got some fame, but they so insecure

That they keep themselves locked away

And I get to be the real me all up in their proximity

Who the one that got you stressed, lil' me?

Stop throwin' stones 'fore you get the boot, word to Sicily

I make the jazz cats listen to raps

I make the hood kids listen to sax

I make the white dudes understand which straws they pull out they ass

I got everybody givin' me dap, huh

Craft never speak to just one ol' faction

That picture's incomplete, that's a demo graphic

Yes, the whole team's 'boutta be N-O backwards

Won't stop 'til the whole scene accept no actors

The music gon' eventually bring me power, word to 50

If I'm the chosen one, it's only 'cause I picked me

Let a label, manager or agent try to Taylor Swift me

I'll have a custom grave tailored swiftly, you dig me?