[Intro]

Fuck

[Refrain]

I just spent too many minutes watchin' little videos of shitty wannabe rappers dissing me

I just spent the winter livin' after someone tried to send a kill shot, missin' me

Young Blonde Don and the Double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily

Why you think they call me the Gunner?

I'm poppin' off on anybody if they trigger me (Woo)

[Verse 1]

Black and yellow jacket on like I'm Kill Bill

Grew up scrappin' and I still will (Still will)

We can take it back to 2012

I was trappin' on the tour bus with Meek Mill

Take it back to Cleveland, when they gave Chase 17 years, no plea deal

2014 when the people tried to rob me in the lobby

I bet they can feel the feet still

Point out my enemies soon as they mention me

Call an assembly, pick up a pen and put you out your misery

Written in history, it was gonna happen eventually

I just can't wait 'til the day that I run into you physically

For everything that I went through mentally

When it felt like everybody in the world was against me

When all the critics and every article tried to offend me

My daughter slapped a kid for talkin' 'bout me in elementary

We ain't playin', it's deeper than the fame

People gettin' checked for disrespectin' the family name

Two chopsticks, no lo mein

Hollow tips, got no name

Bust them shits with no aim

Like it's Bird Box

But the blindfold is a black flag this time to cover my face

The dash cam just saw me killin' everybody

[Chorus]

I got off on floor 13, no in-between

I roll my weed with fronto leaf

I chop my coke on hotel keys

I chopped his face like Constantine

Constantly get déjà vu

I see me when I look at you

I never die, I multiply

So don't cry at my funeral

[Refrain]

I just spent too many minutes watchin' little videos of shitty wannabe rappers dissing me

I just spent the winter livin' after someone tried to send a kill shot, missin' me

Young Blonde Don and the Double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily

Why you think they call me the Gunner?

I'm poppin' off on anybody if they trigger me

[Verse 2]

What would this generation of hip-hop be

Without me here to piss y'all off?

I see the blogs, I read the comments

I'm confused, I need to pause

Look at y'all waitin' on me to fall off

While I'm lookin' at y'all from a suite in the Waldorf

I sold forty million records, I ain't even thirty

Give me twenty seconds, I'll list ten movies that I've been in

One legend that tried to fuck with me and then got the venom

One publication that said that I would never be in it

One agent that told me without her, my career is finished

And I couldn't give a single fuck inside my cerebellum

Y'all award shows suck, go tell 'em

We ain't suckin' no dick in the 216

Brought Os to The Land like Beckham

On the 13th floor with a weapon

I heard that they coming, yeah, let 'em in

I got somethin' for 'em, yeah, please forgive my sins

Blood on my Ralph Lauren, yeah, I can't wash this shit

Wake up, say, "Good morning", yeah, like I forgot

[Chorus]

Got off on floor 13, no in-between

I roll my weed with fronto leaf

I chop my coke on hotel keys

I chopped his face like Constantine

Constantly get déjà vu

I see me when I look at you

I never die, I multiply

So don't cry at my funeral

[Outro: Casie Baker]

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