Lift Your Chin Up

Rappers dread to be this fascinated

Grabbing the throne, peep this champ debating

To reel em in, I be so rash, impatient

Casting for a fiend just to stack my basement

This a wide gap when I pitch a stone

It’s far flung, shoot a opp and crack his dome

Brought the steel, which you already know I be so sharp with

Overcast with fear so I steer clear when the mark slips

Wild with the hits, back to back, somebody call for narcan

He ain’t fakin’ sleep, you confused a body for a hard stance

I could sense misguidance, your ideas smell like violence

I slid in the bistro with boarders and dropped tickets

Snacked on starters, then hit the server with pot grippers

Let you breathe in the Glock scent while I'm lifting your leather off

And tossing a firebomb in your mocktail

I'm on that boss tip, if it's gone, I snatched it

Peep this straight-coat, it's backwards

So how you explain a guy with no top

When his torso still jogs with the same heart

For every hundred spitters talking about birds

Only like two thirds, I really said it without verbs

Yo, you ain’t a boss, I can make you switch up

Grip the steel up, cock, spit

You would think it’s storming clips

You lack rank and respect, get a direct back check

The Wicked and Vicious wild rap, I cover the grim half

You know how a boss in this game’ll finish up

Let a round bust, lift your chin up

You get struck, ten down and then up

I snatch it if you talk too loud, then you finna get sent up

Burn it up, you be spilling red and coughing phlegm up

Now we rivals off of a small tag or title

You pushed, got consumed and left with a bloom and Bible

Some could crush your grill, provoking defense


Too many locked in paths and mentors was missed


They came up scarred, you might say thriving offends


But it won’t change a mind that’s blinded with it


For me to roll through and end your breath is a cinch


Cause you repulsive, fakest dude on the bench


Yo all that rattled steam could die unprepped


How you gon’ stare me down and mumble “try again”?

Need to respect, sometimes it’s folks outside feasting that ain't you


I’m entitled to every bit that lands in my lane and in my view


Unless it's 90+, you probably shouldn’t bet on the proof


Hogging extra inches with no intent, telling me “move”


You should go and find a new set


From coupe dent to coupe death


I know y’all never choose meds

That temper’s what you do best


And throw it on the next, so yeah, I’m hoping that you shoot less

We gotta leave it dead, gut the wealthy, Jesus wept


Soundin' dense, full plate, don’t cancel the sides


They tried to scan my double helix slides under light


Check who you blend in with, all in that same insistence


Why not address each variant of insignificance?


I’m over tales too, I done heard all of yours


So when can I twist your view, name it warped?


Two-faced types don’t earn my remorse


They might veer off a road


Where toddlers catch fire from a torch