Seconds

Yeah seconds I take a second I tote this pen and pad there's no need for lethal weapons Destined for greatness no need for manifesting I've seen some rappers claim they first but don't come in second They stretchin once they numbers fall they get to stressin Talking bout they on a wave I wave them to the exit Tryna stay in lanes I went from honda to a lexus Talking all that shit I put a blade up to your neck now you necklace Tryna get the crown Tryna do this shit to make my whole city proud Knock the verse out before they even throw in towels They on control v the way they copying my style Man somebody call a foul I want change but see no changes And everyday my head is stuck into the pavement I wanna cop a range but need lower payments I need that pussy that's so powerful that Tame Impala Couldn't even tame it