(Verse)
Today I’m calling for all of your altercations/
Suicide I’m contemplating/
Got me not giving a fuck about nothing/
So all them statements you making bout how I’m this that or nothing
Don’t bother me/
Give a fuck if you get offended/
Ain’t getting apologies/
Out of Mr. F-R-I-T/
To the last letter/
So suck on this dick if you niggas thinking
Your raps better/
Head of my class, bet I’m a pass/
A cash getter/
Get on your ass/
Don’t get it twisted like the head of a flask/
I am Mattapan’s biggest, baddest, rapping ass nigga/
Never cappin, that nigga/
Act I’m slapping that nigga/
Henny drinking, heavy thinking, Cuban linking ass nigga/
I’ll menage your baby mamas
Multitasking ass nigga/
I don’t wanna dap suffering like succotash niggas/
Wondеr how I got this fly? Bunch of Baby Bash niggas/
Fucking crazy ass nigga
Slash wavy ass nigga/
All I wanna do is win, Tom Brady ass nigga/
You know I mean it/
Take a ride with thе cleanest/
Either get with the movement or you could get off my penis/
(Please get off my dick)
On some bullshit, then I matador with the fee ness/
Sorry, I meant finesse/
This like Mario, NES/
I be running this shit like cardio/
Hardly I sweat or stress/
I’m the hottest to represent/
My whole squad you don’t second guess/
And regardless I go the hardest/
Putting y’all in the garbage/
Lawd, don’t get me started/
Don’t wanna be a target/
Nigga
(Chorus)
Supervillian!
You can’t stand a nigga winning like me, huh?
You can’t stand a nigga getting this cheese
Supervillian!
You can’t stand a nigga putting in work, huh?
You can’t stand a nigga knowing his worth
Supervillian!
You can’t stand a nigga paying his dues, huh?
You can’t stand a nigga knowing his truth
(Redman)
“Please!
My whole crew’s making cheese!”
I ain’t losing no sleep over y’all mother fuckers!
(Verse)
Staring at candles in a four cornered room plotting new shit/
Thoughts hella ruthless/
Talk hella true shit/
Son of Jean and Marie/
I’m Joe Greene as mean as can be/
Fought my demons, I’m 0-3/
But my weaknesses molded me/
To a different nigga, sadistic/
If I…lived it, I spit it/
And y’all niggas forget it/
If y’all figured I’m finished/
My thoughts? Getting the spinach/
And all the dividends, interest/
I’m way too slick to be slipping/
My nigga I’m bout my business/
Let’s get it/
Lord as my witness I’ll
BLAOW
Kill it, relentless/
It’s Mr. Fritz, don’t forget it/
My future’s looking like Christmas/
But all the trips and the bitches/
All secondary to this shit/
Be legendary with spitting my mission/
Play your position and listen/
The script? I flipped it, rewrote it, then flipped it twice/
I’m Kal-El with no Krytonite/
Take an L if you want the smoke/
This shit ain’t got no antidote, just my thoughts fam/
Ill enough to make Kirk Franklin say “God da…”