Blasé (Remix)

[Verse 1: Devvon Terrell] I feel like no place is safe I'm comin' up and you still tryna hate I'm eatin' good and they all want my plate Call Jenny Craig cause I feel overweight And I am so gargantuan My, my, my, I am the realest I'm steppin' in every spot like I'm Godzilla My gosh, it's a lotta ya Y'all just keep poppin' up from the US or the China They run it like "Hayaku!" Everything you got, it's time for the takin' If this is your spot then prepare for invasion Tell me who In here get homie You should just give it up, bruh, like your first name was Kobe You niggas know you remind me of bubble gum I'm on your ass when I run it like Forrest Gump Got you confused and you askin' him where he from Hittin' you in your head, P2K, boom, boom, boom Futuristic, oh yeah, that's my amigo Left right up down oh they think we got cheat codes Weirdo and WTF, we eat up Mister Miyagi, you know I'm the teacher King of the castle I think that I'm Caeser Every beat we on they bang like a speaker Givin' you warnin' I'm beggin' you see it I'm backin' up, all you hearin' is beepin' Beepin', beepin' [Verse 2: Futuristic] Sheesh Hi guys! I'm back with the ill shit Three tours in a year, big field trips Hunter in the booth cause I kill shit Your girl will switch, Will Smith, real shit She can get picked like a flower Lookin' like the man of the hour Fresh, I hopped out the shower Like, anybody wanna get it they can get it Futuristic's spittin' fire like Bowser, wowzers Who do you know that's been grindin' like I do? I mean, I was rappin' like way before high school Back when you was puttin' Kool Aid in a blue tray Tryna make a watermelon ice cube, remember? Now I got a crib and the rooms all spacious Now I got a a whip and it sound like a spaceship Used to drop bars in my dad's old basement Now I'm your favorite rapper's replacement Anxious for what's up next Lotta big shows, a lotta rough sex Lotta plaques to hang, a lotta cash to make I need a office space that got a front desk And I'm flexin' like Brock Lesnar You rap too but you not better My flows make 'em uncomfortable Like wearin' a sweater in hot weather, Goddamn Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé