Brain Dead

Yeah, back to my roots The spark that fueled the fire The hunger that started it all Yeah I'm back to maulin' the game and keepin' it merciless With bloody rhymes, y'all couldn't stop the flow with a tourniquet They want some melodies from me but I prefer to spit 'Cause every song I make's a hit record, it's like a nervous tick But all this paper got me cold and emotionless If you saw the bank you'd think I made my dough flippin' opiates Went from broke to a mogul Known as the dopest of vocalists So thе only thing that y'all can do now is hope that it's over with I been a legеnd, never question my worth At fifteen knew this rapping shit was destined to work Don't get it twisted when I pull up in this Chevy Traverse 'Cause I'm a semi truck bitch, I make a mess when I swerve My trajectory is wealth and that's predictable as fuck I'm in love with the paper plus addiction's in my blood I never been the type to get convicted with some thugs I'm the type that if you tryna run a business, I'm the plug, hoe Y'all got no accolades, nothin' that I congratulate I call you serpent's but y'all are rabbits and I'm the rattlesnake It's clear as day, I don't see the need to elaborate Y'all livin' with your mama's and jerkin' off to some anime We're not alike and I'm provin' this shit consistently Just try to follow my path, homie, you'll fail miserably Fuck the first and the third, I'll give 'em burns in the fifth degree Simply put this rap game without me is history I made it mama, take a look at what your boy did Came a long way from stressin' 'bout unemployment Used to work with pesticides just to make a coin flip Ironic 'cause I still get paid to spray poison Remember slippin' out of class so I could blast Shady I locked myself in my room and master my craft daily Now fast forward a decade, passionate fans play me I'm past wavy, I'm the hurricane that crashed Haiti Category five, water half a story high Stop complaining, quit your bitchin' Just be happy you're alive I got 'em all offended but it happens all the time Ask me how I sleep at night, it's in the laboratory high Been a dope showman, fuck you is my whole slogan These woke folks are probably products of broke Trojans My rap style's first degree murder with no motive My foes chokin' harder than hoes who condone throatin' Your hate is obsolete, I've been winnin' beyond belief Y'all should just stop the gossip and focus on dodging poverty Life is on the road but my hobby is coppin' property Ballin' but still driven, my life is turnin' to Rocket League I got 'em wonderin' how much hotter the fame get But it's motherfuckin' RedRum until it rains red Flip off my doubters, numb your feelin's with some pain meds I'm on the throne, bitch, and I ain't movin' like I'm brain dead I'm on the throne, bitch, and I ain't movin' like I'm brain dead I'm on the throne, bitch, and I ain't movin' like I'm brain dead I'm on the-on the throne-throne movin' like I'm brain-brain dead I'm on the throne, bitch, and I ain't movin' like I'm brain dead