Yeah, yeah From the depths of the abyss You already know who it is One time for the reals I love it when you envy my success Throwin' shots got 'em pissed off Mad 'cause all your life you been game seven, Chris Paul Instead of being bitter, you should focus on you I'm preachin' game to my community to further the youth Y'all some key-typin' activists that makin' no change All that cappin' in your captions got your ego in flame Made it out of hell's fire, never scorched by the flames Mixing freedom, faith, and politics, a dangerous game I must admit that for a second I was scared that I'd fall But bitch, I'm playing game six every time that I ball Stop projecting insecurities, I know that's from yourself Y'all just throw away your money, I'm invested in myself Fuck an ordinary lifestyle, fillets when we dine out Left your shorty screamin', reaching notes like Amy Winehouse I waited for some years for a chance, it's my time now If you don't know the name Elijah Kyle, you will find out Haha Better put some respect on it It's Abstract Okay Find me any day, I'm in my office—that's my studio Duckin' from an industry that's yet to give me what I'm owed Independent, CEO, have you seen the fucking clothes? Yeezy would be heavy breathin' peepin' what we've cut and sewn Viral 'fore the Tok was tickin' Y'all ain't cut out for the life Seems like everybody and their mother tryna grab a mic Seven years been full-time with it Know a gimmick won't survive Came up off of music that'll send you back to nine-to-fives Illest rise you ever seen, my reality was dreams Back when DatPiff was the only place to get your music seen See, back in the day, we used to have to make albums Mixtapes, full cohesive projects Y'all just out here throwin' singles out Y'all don't know how to make an album We still out here doin' it Fuck it How many homies do I know that changed up for the game? Used to hit me for advice, now they don't say a thing I don't give a damn what your numbers look like on Spotify You know without my legacy you wouldn't have your spot, if I Didn't make the blueprint and pave a couple of lanes Not mad, just disappointed in everything you became Apple fell so far from the tree, I guess that it's rotten I just wonder what's the price that you paid for all that you've gotten Ayo, fuck this industry Everybody's corrupt and evil And you fuckin' sheep believe anything that these rappers feed you Never had an issue with gay people but I see dudes Season music but push their agendas, I can see through All you sweet rappers, that's why I'm practicing keto In the booth, they cheaters Go behind the scenes, they gettin' deepthroat And claim to be woke, I repo these rappers' weak flows A walking cheat code, these young [?] Can't defeat [?] I know my [?] I'm more [?] Or [?] No [?] So try to team up and watch your team fold Once the heat blow, you ain't never seen a meaner man than me I'm like the reaper, jeepers creepers Street sweepers, deep thinkers, weed dreamers Drug dealers pushin' crack through your speakers Kickin' shit, Adidas These divas can't deceive us You all puppets, cousin skeeters Rappers competin' in they music seein' who the streetest Instead of tryna lead us