I said take control of me
Bjork blares
Barely made the cut, the margin, width of hair
I done made so many enemies, bombard the air
You're tires popped, popped by punk punk punk
She wants a piece of me, I just want to keep the peace
I submit my Jesus piece, Allah has got a plan for me
I'm the type to turn recording studios academies
I'm the type to rack up accolades, give me the grammies
The same busted bitches that used to calling me fat
Flood a dm, I announce per diem, back to smoking backs
Gas station packs, my peers just rip what I be rapping
BabyYves the blueprint, can you believe that?