(Illfluence)
Boys you don't know beef, you just munchin on lunchables
Just a bunch of bull, tryin to reach but homie I'm untouchable

A lot of $#&@ing words, it's just cold war chatter
You ain't dropping bombs Burr, you just playing with firecrackers
What's whacker this graham cracker likes to call himself a rapper

Well shatter, here's a dash of reality served on a platter
And swagger? You can have that, (*##$ I'm so past that
Go rep your snapbacks and count ya imaginary cash stacks

You buying dime sacks, while I'm
You can fool these nasty hos, but yall ain't frontin me
"ooh you something E," now your groupies be feeling me?

But honestly, I'm not into preteens or STD's
Woopsies, on the mic I'm rude beyond belief
Rest in peace the beat, this the eulogy, good grief

What a relief, I'm here. Fellas, let's keep it brief
Yall aint even seen half of it now who the $#&@ wants beef?


Round two, come out sluggin and mother$#&@as will love it
The influence you above it, I am it !@$)got, but $#&@ it
Use to doubt it, now these fake mother$#&@as all about it

Use to hate on my flows now at my shows $#&@as shout it
Materliastic rappers, man you just sound stupid
Love for money is the root and I missed that shot from cupid

This that new %#@!, no crew %#@!, grind it up and move it
Just a mixtape but it be sounding like the $#&@ing blueprint
Minus the illuminati, your flow is kinda spotty

Refer to me as Don, reincarnated John Gotti
I'm just doing this for %#@!s, this kid wants a career
Well I fear, you aint got what it takes boy, get real

You need to rebleach your pants and stick to your jerking
Cause let me tell you this rap %#@!, homie it ain't working
Oh so you can kill some flashy !@$)gots, I dare ya to try me

Should have scouted the whole game before you dropped bombs on my city, (*##$

I'm bull%#@! proof, what I'm spitting be truth

Less time on the streets, more grind in the booth
In my youth, made mistakes but I regret nothin
Still puffin, but got sick of the whack rappers fronting

And bluffing about how all their pockets be gushing
Now I'm rushing to crush in the faces that hos be loving
Catch a blast from the sawed off for mouthing off

Started talking %#@! now his bodie's somewhere off shaw
The flow's raw, matter of fact, my flow's $#&@ing law
Trying to battle me is like boxing Ali with a glass jaw

It ain't wise, whack rappers will tell you lies
They know I'm the %#@! and they be on it like some flies
Kids buildin a crew, I'm finna build an empire

The guy who conpires with your crews supplier's supplier
While you desire to aquire what I've already got
(Yall just retire) You ain't ever gonna get this hot