Stigmata

I push that pedal yeah that petrol They be gassin up my mental When you come around you pay that toll yeah not that Jethro We showed up at the venue and that shit was packed like dead full We're coming for the throne yeah I put that on my dead folk Deep inside my recesses this wasn't after lunch time That was 24/7 I'm sick of the fucking punchlines Your brother well addicted yeah he really like to punch lines Woke up like I'm Chris Travis I knew that it was crunch time Pineapple Fanta with a splash of that arm and hammer They put that hammer to the arm and started working at the stigmata You best get armed with hammers The hammers pull back in tandem This shit better not be random You make sure that the stick matters, yeah I'm back in my hell again If you make a statement, please make sure that is relevant Your bars not getting stronger cuz you wearin' brand new Vetements Pass back to the Young J, IDK how we not pestilent We boutta casually drop masterpieces Flow gracefully my shit like ballerinas Keep the heat like planet Venus Y'all done made Max a demon, flow so clean the lyrics gleamin' Play with me you niggas playin' God, I'll call you Morgan Freeman My rhymes too sharp I got producers bleeding I don't do raps about cocaine so you confused how I still got you feinding Been built for greatness since I got to dreaming I saw my mama struggle back when I was 8 and then I got to scheming I rap classically, killing shit fantastically Mad tragedy seems to follow niggas coming after me I murder shit with ease all my opponents see the apathy So, if you f*ck with me I'll embarrass your whole family, stupid You wanna try me then do it, but put some effort into it You talk shit I talk money, me and Max really fluent Killing beats is amusing, bro I can teach you to do it See all my opps going through it, because they tired of losing