It's fascinating You been procrastinating I've been in the trap, creating Patiently waiting for shots you aiming You not in the path to greatness Deal with the fact, you aging Your mouth emits manure, now you talking out your anus It's a shame your fame faded, sacredness is tainted Your rhyme style stays dated, cats don't entertain it That little sorry ass beat couldn't even save it Screaming with a high pitch like you're being castrated I'm back in a prowl Let's see what you talking about I hope you don't do this for clout Cause that be reason you'll get in the ground Get off of my wave nigga you riding my high tide Your lil drive by was quite dry Sly snae, slaeza Far away from my eye sight Not even breaking a sweat, I'm having a fun time Easily whooping your ass without any punchline Diminish the literature of a miniature man, ntwana you pint sized