Elite Mode

And it goes on ima be rapping on the mic till the break of dawn i dont even

have to diss niggas they just gon mow my lawn tell yo bitch to come over here

and sing along i kill any backpack niggas that try to step in my lane im like tory

but im switchin lanez route to the kings spot get out of my way how you gon

hate a nigga boy you lame im that dude i be working hard everyday i aint wit

that ghost writin shit so get off my dick cause half yo songs you didnt even make

i dont care about the others im the one you face i kill you and put you right into

yo place the playpen since you wanted to come into the lions den if you called

me an L i take yo girl and thats a win straight fuckin into detail one rhyme

fire a fucking track till the beat melts we going on a bumpy ride where ya seat

belts this elite mode and you gon put this on repeat happy that im mj wit another

3 peat to beat me you have to be a bigger man but ya not banging in the walls

cause yo girl a thot you haters still crying cause you is washed like that bobby

shmurda song nigga im hot!