OUTBREAK

As a result of the outbreak
Your city or entire region might be endangered by a lethal a-
Dead or Alive Ill be one of the best
No sleep vibe I dont get no rest
You come for the tribe we come for your head
No revive itll be no test
Been underrated underpaid and I still do tours
I still do more than half of the people you track and adore
And all of my music is real
But yeah they want the head shots hollow points and red dots
Murder everything
No shame in the game theyll even make the dead walk
Biatch, Im not a rap god
Only makes tracks that I snap on
All my life been stepped on
But not anymore I got red dots and head shots
Yeah, just hit up Quadeca sent him this beat
Now theres no stopping us breaking the scene
Word to my brothers and word to my team
Yea you know were boutta eat
Every new album it feels like the best
Every new outlet I outpace the rest
You cannot compare itll be sudden death
If I die then
Its about to be a outbreak
We outpace all the fakes
They seeking salvation for the trash theyre making
So get in formation
Never sell my soul
Love for the game but I really wanna go
Im sick of this
Death to all the fakes, theres about to be a outbreak
Yuh, oh oh yuh oh
Everybody wanna be friends? uh
When I break out its a outbreak, uh
I live my life like a highlight reel
Had to take out every single outtake, uh
Everybody wanna act fake now
They get faked out when they really try to out-fake
They gon post a picture on the gram like the man
Open up the comments all they gonna see is clown face, biatch
Ill be coming from the heart, coming for your part
Running in the dark in the red like an oven when it starts (woo!)
Kill the whole darkness
Too much drive made me carsick
I was starvin a bar then I hit a bargain (woah!)
You a Simpson like Marge is, you really garbage
This shit a roller coaster and I took the fookin harness
Every goal I aim at biatch I hit a fookin target
Hold up, Im off the charts when Im chartin
Im ultra strong like Im Charmin
I just met a biatch she like 'oh youre super charming'
Cryin to their mom when I rap like they Cartman
Keep you with a pencil I aint even gotta sharpen
Okay, thats true please listen
Ive been in sax you can call me Lisa Simpson
Everybody claimin that they gotta see the vision
But theyre lying to your face I just block em and Im dippin (woo)
Dead or Alive Ill be one of the best
No sleep vibe I dont get no rest
You come for the tribe we come for your head
No revive, itll be no test
Been underrated, underpaid and I still do tours
I still do more than half of the people you track and adore
And all of my music is real
But yeah they want the head shots, hollow points and red dots
Murder everything
No shame in the game theyll even make the dead walk
Biatch, Im not a rap god
Only makes tracks that I snap on
All my life been stepped on
But not anymore I got red dots and head shots