Die Slow

I see y’all look surprised everywhere that I go
But y’all won’t step up, then it might be over
Haters keep talkin' like I might explode
But I know y’all ain’t doin' shit so y’all can die slow!
Y’all bitching, complaining
Watching me flow
Hear y’all talking 'bout shit you don’t know
Handle my biz
Actin' like you don’t know
Tryna step on my toes, haters y’all can die slow!
This one here dedicated to the haters
The broke mothafuckas that be never getting paper
Waiting for they savior, while I create the…
Independent grind, Imma do it as I’m chasing
Dolla dolla bill y’all, gotta make a living
Demented Mercenaries representing for the driven
Hit y’all with adrenaline for everybody listening
Gotta make a killing of it
Hear them talking all they nonsense
Claiming I am losing profit
At they parties while I’m dropping
Music for my people that cop it
Salute to the real ones, fuck the fakes
And everyone who doubted my potential getting sprayed
Pathetic and miserable haters get up out my way
We keep it going on 'til the universe breaks
You wish you could master all these styles I flip
These rhymes I spit leave ya mind and soul split
I roast
My foes
Why grow?
Die slow…
Y’all bitching, complaining
Watching me flow
Hear y’all talking 'bout shit you don’t know
Handle my biz
Actin' like you don’t know
Tryna step on my toes, haters y’all can die slow!
Y’all don’t know what you’re up against
The weaponized tounge but I’ll kill y’all with a pen
Y’all mothafuckas never gonna take what I been doin'
Imma prove it when I do it, never gonna make amends
With any of you chumps (Nah!)
Any of you punks (Nah!)
Any of you haterade-drinking hating fucks (No!)
But I’m gonna make 'em silent now
Let 'em know that my time is now
They gotta know they gone die right now
When I go a little violent, blao!
My haters, doubters, know they cannot step up
So that gives you the reason to: Shut the fuck up!
Y’all ain’t never gonna make another record
If you wanna beef with El Bandito than I’m shutting down the session
Handle multiple opponents and I’m taking back the
Motherfucking microphone, equipment like a repossession
I can do it different to optimize my flow
Fuck the ammunition, that’s for crowd control
Haters always gotta learn the hard way, know…
They can never do what I be doing, so die slow!
Y’all bitching, complaining
Watching me flow
Hear y’all talking 'bout shit you don’t know
Handle my biz
Actin' like you don’t know
Tryna step on my toes, haters y’all can die slow!
I’m tryna be humble, but they wanna rumble
So I gotta hit 'em with a physical bundle
Just to prove that I be going through the trouble
Deliver the penmanship to satisfy the hunger
Spit and chop it up and then proceed to make a killing
Imma live it up to witness that my dreams are fulfilling
While you other suckas looking for my beats keep on diggin'
And they wanna ask about it, better keep on listening
Cuz I’ve made it
Fuck a hater
What you made of?
You ain’t shit to no…
Gladiator
Innovator
Originator
So you can all die slow
They miserable to keep on typing negative comments
Couldn’t salute, cuz they never knew the concept
Couldn’t even show respect for any of my projects
Doper than the coka you be sniffin' in the projects
Let 'em get obsessed
Punch 'em in the face and leave 'em all unconscious
Simple but you gotta back it up with your defense
And keep on hit the mothafucka 'til he non-responsive
Bust the stainless, and that’s how it goes
I hear y’all complaining but I still flow
Jealous one’s envy with no place to go
You can talk all that shit but your lies still show
You haters can suck a dick and all die slow
Y’all bitching, complaining
Watching me flow
Hear y’all talking 'bout shit you don’t know
Handle my biz
Actin' like you don’t know
Tryna step on my toes, haters y’all can die slow!