Lights Out

I'm casually the catastrophe, while I got bad thoughts comin' after me So Rick, so rude, so ravishly That Hulk Hogan, Macho Man, Randy Savage beef Real life aired out through a masterpiece Safe to say I'm All In, did it dashingly I look up to the heavens, that's a ramp to me While Lil Uzi's bout to give a Charles Manson speech I'll roll up to your door with a van of G's And a thug chick lookin' like she's Angela Yee I'm casually doin' casualties I'm Mike Myers walkin' slow while they ran from me Cause I know I'll catch up like yams with cheese I'm casually sayin' that you all suck And you should pack up all your rhymes in the U-haul truck If you a pitcher on the mound with the screwball tucked Ima run around the bases with the Pujols' strut Stephen King, I'm a dog, I got Cujo blood I never could relate to the dudes ya'll love Cause I box way better, you could use ya'll gloves If you wanna box then we do it with No Vaseline Ice Cubes on your face till my hands defeat And my arms keep shootin' till the cameras freeze I'm the realest still spittin' in the game baby Life is a game but you ain't play me Tryna book me for a show but you ain't pay me And I ain't ever tryna tell you that I ain't crazy I just take a motivation, gotta write down It's a problem then you know we comin' right now Like you didn't pay your bill, cut your lights out Like you didn't pay your bill, cut your lights out Make way, there's a new crew in town Ima need everyone in the room to pipe down Need a 'rona in my hand and the lights turned down Cause this music talkin' to me and it's speakin' quite loud Right now? We the realest that's around Heavyweights with heavy weight, we the best pound for pound Sendin' rappers off to camp I ain't talkin' Ben Stiller I'm just here to keep it real, never adding any filler Never taking bad advice, sell my soul for any price Never tradin' in my homies for a necklace full of ice Never dumbin' down the lyrics just to hit a million likes Never dumbin' down the lyrics man I gotta say it twice Cause most cats, no longer appreciate the craft They just mumble on the mic and release their first drafts Writin' lives they don't lead, posin' tough for photographs Buyin' followers for the gram, man I sit back and laugh God damn, I wonder where it all went These youngin's cryin' for respect, wylin' out to make a cent Keep lookin' to fit in but their shapes are all bent Forgettin' bout the culture and what it all meant So don't add me to that roster, I'm more of a reminder Hip-hop never died, I've been lurking right behind her While they worship the Zombies Walkin round in Desiigner I'm the kush they save up at the bottom of the grinder I'm the realest still spittin' in the game baby Life is a game but you ain't play me Tryna book me for a show but you ain't pay me And I ain't ever tryna tell you that I ain't crazy I just take a motivation, gotta write down It's a problem then you know we comin' right now Like you didn't pay your bill, cut your lights out Like you didn't pay your bill, cut your lights out