Muted.

Rap never died, I was just asleep Was running the game on the tracks like an Athlete Even when I'm off the mic, you need more than a long shot Way ahead, I know the future, like I'm God Chances of you bodying me slim, like a bible page My raps holy, buried every nigga I faced, no shade Respect to all my homies paid A lot of y'all careers, hollow like a vase Numbers ain't shit, if you ain't got the skill Prep yourself for a better version of Kalypso that's skilled Danger gevaar, my raps leave you on your back Toe to toe with me, I don't see you coming back In a tight corner, I leave you blue and black Murder with the pen, like your skin color ain't black Claim you a titan, but you can't survive the clash What's a king to a God? A P to a Lex Your nigga out here, tryna act like a groupie He pussy, putting money on the head like Uzi Not with the bullshit, baddass like Boosie Raw like sushi, uh, it's a movie, Slide with me, moving to the finer things Finer than the finest wine, bigger things My presence leave you so sedated Thanks anyway you know, I appreciate it You passing out on me is a compliment I take it as one of my accomplishments I know I'm heavy