On Lock

Who would’ve thought that I would try to have the game on lock
I done made it this far, and I ain’t gon' stop
Who would’ve thought that I would try to have the game on lock
Kill 'em all, stand tall, and I remain on top
Look, gimme a minute, let me gather myself
Simply a minute, when I’m finished, I’ll be buried in wealth
Put me in Guinness books for fifty different reasons
On why I am the leading achiever, the youngest roof is artist to season it
There’s never been a nigga better than
I think I deserve a letterman with heaven feather skin
I know I deserve a better bitch with bury at the six
Women mad 'cause I won’t let 'em in until I’m settlin'
I ain’t practical with 'em, I don’t trust no bitches
I don’t know those niggas, they can’t hop in my picture
I’m soon to be a well-known rap top-five lystic
Crucially, slaying words like my middle or last was loot to king, listen
I want my dreams to fill up, so many things could kill us
I need to run my bill up 'fore they come and conceal us
Not sayin' I’m the realest, just saying I can feel it
Like Benny single lyrics, but still, I make 'em feel it
Who would’ve thought that I would try to have the game on lock
I done made it this far, and I ain’t gon' stop
Who would’ve thought that I would try to have the game on lock
Kill 'em all, stand tall, and I remain on top
'Cause it’s how you sportin' the Cormen, uh
Morning of life of rappers I’m swarming 'em
Taking they laps in front of they eyes, distortin' 'em
Stick a fork in 'em
Develop mold, they like porcelain
Fortunate, kicking these children out of my orphanage
Who paid attention? Who was not a gimmick? Who was optimistic?
Who was more persistent with precision than top lyrics?
I’m thinking Clay, I’m thinking Marcus from Houston
Prepare coffins, dead artists lay in the sewer
What’s your favorite rappers name? I’m finna Marqus grave
I blew out his brains, Mac-11 lyrics to blame
He knew not a thing, I shed it like planes, don’t ask me again
I tussle with pain and rub it with flames
The youngest gorilla in the jungle with bundles of game
Spit it to women, leave 'em twisted and mentally drained
Know it’s competition, they every me, they little league
I’m killing opposition
Rain on your parade with no sour feelings
While I’m reaching higher lyrics
Who would’ve thought that I would try to have the game on lock
I done made it this far, and I ain’t gon' stop
Who would’ve thought that I would try to have the game on lock
Kill 'em all, stand tall, and I remain on top
You know that I remain on top
Just took me for a spitter man
Marqus Clae, boost
It’s my time
The greatest of this generation
Right here
Know it