This is me, flexing on your bitch ass.

[Verse] First thing first, 'guess I gotta argue with Drake ‘Cause fuck gettin’ offline, that ain’t part of my day I got Twitter on lock, SoundCloud poppin’, ‘Tube poppin’ Fuck your Tumblr, bitch, I create; ain’t no rebloggin’ I was runnin’ Blogspot back in 2010 Real sad shit, now every muthafucka’ C-walkin’ You ain’t blue, bitch, cheer the fuck up My suicide attempt was very real, not a cute stunt This is not a contest, though This is not a circle tearjerk, just know, being weird hurt Being real hurt Being real hurt; bled, so that you could pop shit from a steel perch I built? ‘Fuck you mean, ho? I was runnin’ through the 6 with my 17 woes Now ya’ boy glo’d... but I ain’t up Yet, if you turn on the TV, you can watch a nigga load Eons in my hand, pennin’ timeless songs If you ain’t watchin’ what I’m doin’, your time is wrong Fan in 30 minutes, or the tape is free But you’re hater if you don’t want a taste of me No pause, suck my breadstick, no teeth Seems like pizza is the hottest in the street And I’m still delicious even if I cool off It’s just a personal preference that I bother with the heat Damn, they hopin’ that I burn myself But they want the technique, wanna learn it theyself But they can’t work the oven like me, flip it like me Don’t make me be a murderous chef Yeah, “Wonderful Sausage”; “Heads of Beef” “What’s Cookin’”, in the kitchen like Christopher Reeve This a dangerous soup, I’m Dr. Vink Fuckin’ right, I did it, I ain’t coppin’ a plea Fuck naw, I ain’t coppin’ a plea If they say they’re makin’ fire, then they’re copying me That’s the only way to see it, only way to view it These muthafuckas out here re-makin’, they ain’t makin’ music They ain’t makin’ art, they just tracin’ And before you call me out for the same, understand that I’m just on here demonstratin’ Stuntin’ ain’t hard, it’s just everybody’s favorite Just a bad habit in this rap habitation Well, fuck this place, I’ma build a new nation Nah, I’ma build a new globe; chiselin’ this bitch And this brand new thang only spinnin’ when I spit Yeah, ‘bout to fit these rappers with the Valentine chip Let ‘em kill each other when my hand hit the desktop Oh, you so mad, oh, I know you had to flip I’m rollin’ like Rick, I’m a troll, give me fresh socks My shit soaked, water under the bridge Only you still thirsty to come at the kid Drink a cumshot through a straw, no ice; through with y’all I don’t understand why the fuck they keep recruitin’ y’all You fuckin’ clone; ain’t nothin’ new with y’all I kill one of y’all, in come two of y’all Shit, I might as well spawn camp But you should know pizza boy. forever do what y’all can’t