Takeover

Tryna do me, tryna get fame, tryna get paid
On my way to the top of the mountain
Y'all better get up out of my lane
I'm outta my mind
I'm outta my brain
The flows are what I contain
Annoying me now if you're looking for a change
I'm looking through rain
See my time is up but your time is over
I'm doing me, my pain's spilling over
Don't know what to say, some of my lines get carried away
I'm painting a picture
The one I might have to pursue my dreams
I'm hoping I might discover some fights
If I wouldn't need to turn to myself and others don't believe
I'm drunk off of compliments
I'm finally locking in
My brother told me there's no flow that I cant topple in
Still I'm feeling down
I think I need a dose of clones
Music calls my mind, it's time to grind
But it ain't barely working overtime
On the clock, no slowing down
Either fly high or I hit the ground
I'm cutting out the middle man
I'mma spit fire to support the fam
And I know my flow is hard to understand
Its out of this country, its out of this land
To the beat now I ran (think about it)
I'm working hard as shit
Say the word to your mother
I'm dropping hot stuff on my mix tape
Like my name was Donald
Sometimes I'm a magician with my words
Y'all leave your mind
I wonder if rap has been in hibernation about to wake you from Islam
Im coming for the toppy where I will not wear rubber
Nobody wanted to get to know me
Now they ask you for my number
Open my fridge, nothing to eat
Say about now they got no time to sleep
And I'm trying to write where do I begin to accomplish all my goals
And then buy my mom a crib
Lord only knows that you deserve it
Growing up you played a role of mom and dad, you did it perfect
I know this trailer we live in and it ain't working
When the world is rapping 'bout they bling
I'm rapping with a purpose
Grab the whiskey, pour it up
Grab the orange pill out of my cup
Made a promise to myself from now on
I've been living it up, I've been living it up to my dreams
I ain't giving up
These rappers pray it's open season
My whole crew was holding up a toast
And I'm the reason
Oh my gosh you can rap, I never knew that
I just assumed your music was shitty and it was too high (oh yeah)
I dropped a song don't you feel it
These haters came into my home
But I'm Rapunzel with a spillet
My dick's on a plate serving it up
Fuck the whole world man I'm ready to bust all over these sluts
All over the game, sick of my life
Man I'm ready to change
Got no brakes, get out of my what

(What in the fuck)
Sean, it's not very safe to drive without brakes
Yeah, no shit, grandma, no shit
Hey Mr. Mingus
You could call me Hugh
Shout out to a dumb bitch with nothing better to do
Than to get triggered on a man paying his city his dues
And then she's psycho enough to put that shit on the tube
You need to learn proper behaviour
You're not a feminist, bitch
You're just a fucking hater
How bout we get in the rage cult, do us all a favour
How does a penguin build its house?
It glues it together
Sean how'd you do that, rap assassin
Thought you knew that coming at me with your trash line
Hmm I wouldn't do that
See, I take your rhymes and then I feed it to my ego
Then I take you on a date where (unintelligible)
Don't call me Hitler
Cause I move crimes on my words
Try to stand up against me now soon to be silenced with these verbs
For those who said I could never hang out with the best
Y'all could take showers now in a bad wash from my success
Stop it Sean, what success?
You literally sleep on a couch
In your mother's trailer
(Shane they don't have to know that)
What are we bantering now?
You think you're the king of banter?
You think you're Larry David?
You think you're (unintelligible)
I fuck hard with (unintelligible)