You don't wanna step to me, I'm Pelican fly Why try? I sting em like sties Look me in the eyes, no surprise Step to Pats, ya demise Only speak truth, never lies You a mini me, I'm supersized You a small fry, I'm a big arch You chokin out with ya throat parched Imma bazooka, you a blow a dart You lack heart but the important part Blazin 7s got a head start Passin' Ferraris in a go-cart Classic sound, know that Mozart You a bozo with a broke flow Everything 4k, I see in Slo-Mo I'mma GoPro to an average joe, bro You want a feature? You can get it for the low-low Tryna charge me but your best bars, so-so Even your heart-filled songs got no soul What's the next step? I guess we'll never know One day is high, the next day is low Take it on the chin but from that we grow Comin' back swingin' with the final blow What's the next step? I guess we'll never know One day is high, the next day is low Take it on the chin but from that we grow Comin' back swingin' with the final blow Give 'em more hits than Pacquiao Put 'em on their back ain’t yapping they hating now Shuffle like Ali I got the bounce Imma rope-a-dope then Tyson 'em to the ground Tell me what happens when we’re around Niggas dodging us like Mayweather in rounds You’ll never get to the final count If these niggas smart like Harper they walking out Haters put cock inside of their mouths Only to our face ain’t trying to be in the brown And as far as the bank accounts Like a weight class you’re never matching our pounds The hours that we compound more than 10 thousand We’re mastering every sound A headache to all these clowns Get some aspirin if aspiring for the crown Bitch I’m loud and not subtle Mother****as around are shouting loud look out here comes trouble Gifted nah I’ll take your right out your muzzle I’m dumb as **** you’d probably find me face down in a puddle I’m tryna **** a slut with her face down in the covers Bruh you’re the kinda sucka that’s down just to cuddle You think you’re the one but you don’t come out of your bubble So you can’t pop if you don’t bump against struggle Can’t think of a punchline cuz I knocked em all out Dog how can I floss my teeth if they had to fall out Decaying away from all the sweet shit that I pop out Every song sound or pause got my mouth foul I can’t stop I’m color blind against red Everything is green even fire trucks and blood shed Hell I’m smoking you all like the weed in my blunt Y’all are both green fake gold hearts got jealousy in the front What's the next step? I guess we'll never know One day is high, the next day is low Take it on the chin but from that we grow Comin' back swingin' with the final blow What's the next step? I guess we'll never know One day is high, the next day is low Take it on the chin but from that we grow Comin' back swingin' with the final blow Comin back swinging with the final blow Take it on the chin but from that we grow Comin' back swingin' with the final blow We take it on the chin but from that we grow Bitch, we comin back with the final blow We comin back swingin with the final blow Take it on the chin but from that we grow One day is high, the next day is low, hoe