Ruthless (ft. BR4CKETT, WEALTHMA...

We’re the apex predators in a jungle full of delusional housecats

I was grinding while you were binge-watching shows and sitting on your ass

Building an empire on your bones, I laugh when you think you’re winning

I’m the reason you hit a ceiling, because I am the fucking ceiling

Coming for your monopolies, and we ain’t polite about it

Every doubter getting silenced, every snake, we make em bow to

Us and bury them in deadlines, running laps around you like we’re NASCAR racing

Through your insecurities, banana-peeling your feelings while accelerating

I have victims, not enemies, I break people, not outta malice

But outta sheer, unstoppable momentum and talent

I’m like Thanos, I snap and then half of you wannabes disappear into irrelevance

I was grinding while you were still googling what ambition is

I’ve lapped you so many times you should start calling me Dad

I’m the standard, I’m not just built different, I’m built to dominate, that’s facts

I’m not just on top, I own the motherfucking mountain

I ain't looking down to throw you a rope, so don’t look around, bitch

I'm pissing off the summit, raining down on all the weak-ass chumps pretending

They’re about that life, you wanna compete then fucking get in here

But don't cry when we embarrass you, demolish you, and bury you so deep

That even your ancestors feel the L that you receive

I'm not out here for validation or claps from broke bitches

I'm out here for dominance, I’m ruthless and unapologetic

So talk your little shit, play your little stupid games

Just know that when I come through I ain’t gonna fucking play

 

Guns on me, money with me, I only have success, nothing to confess

White boy thug causing nothing more than stress, the hoes im trying to impress

Friends told me about a home they robbed and left in distress, they feeling fresh

The last thing I saw before I fell down was my death, taking my last breath with some meth

Aye, (CHRIST) I dominate the game, feeling so overwhelmed by the fame

Over the years of me, I felt like I overcame, shooting a three in the nick of time, im dame

Old friend randomly called me out with a frame, then he died 2 days later, what a shame

I’m the only white boy who knows what it feels like to be a black king, im banging

My old friends dad with a hammer on the wrist hanging from a cross

Some rhymes like crisscross applesauce, need the applause, scoring bangers like its lacrosse

Said some diddy things and hit pause, we some real outlaws, just imagine Rick Ross as your boss

Call it up, albatross, need more props, the beef I squash, we need some more cops

Who are willing to give a response to not just bombs but for a black murder

Push the investigation further, the souls I need to nurture, it’s not a bother

Demons that tried to conquer, they moving darker, real quick like a monster

They beg me to give them my honor, but I know that im smarter

Hand me a dollar, give me a real father, before you claim im improper

California gold rush the way the insults come from all over, I know I am a stoner

A stoner who don’t know how to stay sober, one who plays poker, not mediocre

But at least he got few bands, around 100 followers, grew to be famous in only a few months

Crushing his opponents, for the very few moments, like they were just some rodents

Only needs four components, thats money, power, love, and Molly

You know I never smoked before 18 thats a quick truth, probably

Honestly what would I do without some weed and a few hundred bands, flee the country

 

Gettin’ victories, I still be killin’ this league too, bitches suck, jealous they ain’t winnin’ like Gs do

Triggered cucks, motherfuck your shitty ass clean rules, uncaged yo and I’m gettin’ them heat nukes

One KO and I’m killin’ these weak fools, won payloads but these envious fiends lose

The pain shows, and their skin got a green hue from the waste zone that these bitches get sent to

Cause the crown will forever be mine, and I don’t care how many “seconds” go by

You still never gonna be “second” in line, cause I ain’t dreadin’ decline

Wreckin’ these pests while I’m steppin’ in 5s, but even if I took it one step at a time

I would never be set to rewind, and I still think I’d count as ahead of my time

But these bitches need a timeout, you know that I don’t play, fuck around and find out

Tired of these low ranks, y’all some fuckin’ strikeouts, coming for your whole base

Ladies see me, thighs out, you a simp like OJ, people wanna cry bout

How I’m just so dope, ay, got many lines, boutta grind them up like cocaine

High risk when I get my hands on those guided missiles, boutta make the sky split

Like motherfuckin’ ISIS, bitches wanna cry, you shoulda just stayed quiet

They panic nervously, I’m grabbin’ my knife and getting ready to slice em

Like free plastic surgery, cause you know the look on their faces will be priceless

Street smart, call me Morgan Freeman, retards gettin’ scored on easy

Horny-ass corny weasels be riding dick, you know they love to gorge on penis

They earning worms, like early birds, nobody finna be snoring peacful-

-Ly, cause step up to us and yo relatives gonna become morning people (mourning people)

Got no pity for my victims cause I know they on a mission that’s malicious

Goin’ Kendrick on these bitches with a physical collision and I’m finna get you in submission

Doctors listin’ all the symptoms, makin’ medical desicions, fuck your venemous convictions

When I send you to the clinic it’s the only instance you gon be in critical condition