WHATEVER WORKS

Beats pure, turn the raps to gold star

So hard, drive vault stacked with gold bars

Carte blanche to all the hardest MCs

No placement cause no GOATs been after me

Bitch please, I define my style off my verses

Half the legends lay up in their hearses, I've realised my purpose

I've kept private for a reason, need to redefine this season

And whoever come thereafter, need to pray forever after

Gonna blow up so hard, like I'm competing with NASA

Artistry so pure, shadowbanned from the BAFTAs

Shadowy like Batman, glaring down from the rafters

Bastards