Check, check, check check, check

Uh, yeah yeah, yeah

Some of my favorite rappers switch their styles to be relevant

It's evident, they rapping for the hell of it and selling it

The money, they be smelling it. But money makes you blind, brother, on some Helen Keller shit

They become irrelevant

It's sad to say they no longer have any ounce of penmanship

It's up to me to keep that throne, living, goal setting

Gold digging rappers can go suck it

Dawg, I'm soul driven from within, that's why nobody could win against Lino Skywalker and his devilish grin

I know a couple cats out there that want to bring me down

Acting like it's really hard to find me in Koreatown

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What the fuck you mean you fucking run shit?

You know exactly where I live and you still haven't done shit

Levas can't live up to their lyrics

You know mine are always real every single time you hear 'em

What the fuck you mean you fucking run shit?

You know exactly where I live and you still haven't done shit

Levas can't live up to their lyrics

You know mine are always real every single time you hear 'em

If I'm not in Koreatown, I'm probably in Northridge

With my honey dipped, dwindling my money clip

You really think you have a chance against me? That's some funny shit

How you gonna tell me that you pack shows with whack flows

Acting on the internet funny, like you got mad hoes

How you gonna reach out to Linoskiii for a collab

And I don't like your shit, so I say no and you get so mad that you start talking shit but, used to be a fan, though

I said it once, as long as you be raw, so fuck 'em down, yo

If you don't meet those requirements, then I'm sorry, G

But I don't really think I should owe your ass an apology

Honestly, I think you should owe yourself an apology for not meeting the standards of the emcee that you want to be

[Hook]

What the fuck you mean you fucking run shit?

You know exactly where I live and you still haven't done shit

Levas can't live up to their lyrics

You know mine are always real every single time you hear 'em

What the fuck you mean you fucking run shit?

You know exactly where I live and you still haven't done shit

Levas can't live up to their lyrics

You know mine are always real every single time you hear 'em

I work hard to spit the way that I spit

I'm on my own tip, waiting for my chance to get big

And maybe I do suck at promoting my songs, but unlike you, I don't suck at performing my songs

Huh, you need a new route, homie, go make a better choice

You rapping for like twelve years and still haven't made some noise

It's not my fault I have a better access to marketing tools and barking the tunes that bring all you rappers to doom

I just want to know who, is going to be the next to go cos you can't bark in a tomb

And please don't think that your bars are as tough

I don't know why you think you're dope, you're mediocre as fuck

I'm choking a chump who thinks he can flow with the champ

I'm known for my stample of dope when I flow on the track, puto

And to be honest, I'm the whackest in my crew and I'm doper than your whole squad, and that's including you

So what does that tell me about the people that you rap with?

Means you don't stand a chance against the people I fuck with

You rappers make me mad as fuck, y'all make me outburst

Stop saying you're from L.A., bitch you're from the outskirts

I put my anger on this beat and I fuse 'em

And you might have better battles, bitch, but I make better music

What the fuck you mean you fucking run shit?

You know exactly where I live and you still haven't done shit

Levas can't live up to their lyrics

You know mine are always real every single time you hear 'em

Bitch wassup?