My name

Tape it, ta-ta-tape it
Keep my name out your mouth
Save it, sa-sa-save it
You just want fame and the clout
Tape it, ta-ta-tape it
Keep my name out your mouth
Break it, br-br-break it
I’ll snap leave brains hanging out

Dangerous, da-da-dangerous
Don’t throw shade, cause that shit gets dangerous
Know your place, or you’ll know your makers
Say your prayers, better pray for saviours
No I don’t care what fuck your name is
Where you came from
Who you hang with
What your gang is
What you’re slanging
If you’re banging
Where you’re claiming
Why you’re hating
Why I’m made to feel this rage
That’s my frustration
Why I’m anxious
Why I’m pacing
Why my heart and thoughts are racing
Might catch a case over wasting a pagan
Might have to make a quick change to arrangements
To do some erasing of names if you’re placing
Mine inside that gob you’ve got
Not tongue in cheek, I’ll clock your block
No thot or bitch
with cock or tits
gone drop some shit
more hot than this
I got this shit
You watch this shit
And plot some shit
To stop this shit
But what you missed
Is Josh is slick
And not on tricks
I’m flopping pricks
Whose gobs won’t zip
Don’t rock with cliques
My clock don’t tick
No time for your games if you’re playing with mine
No yob gone strip my fruit off the vine
Or kill my vibe
So gobble this dick if you’re feeling some type
Of way when say that I’ll take your face off,
Bitch im a rocket that’s waiting to take off
Perfect rise like a cake off bake off
Never go stale, you’re way soft
Take your mask off
Stay in place while I brace for blast off
Make your heart stop
If you can’t hop out my lane
This ain’t no game
No I’m not playing
Ain’t gone take your flagrant statement making lightly
Try me, I be, fighting, nightly
Might be, kind if, I be, treated, nicely
But you, might be, beated, badly treated if I’m heated, don’t mistreat this, holy genius,
Don’t need heat when cold, these streets have moulded me
so hopefully
you’ll hold your beef
or snowing season
slow your beat
you’re frozen meat
if cloning me
or clowning me
is sounding sweet
I pound theses beats
So how’d you think
your scalp will be
once rounds of these
make ground your sleep
Start counting sheep
I count the Gs I’m mounting
See this bouting thing is lousy
You’re so mousy when I’m shouting
This shit bore me, I’m so drowsy
Just a warning, don’t go jaw-ing off about me
Sit down g