Deliver us Deliver us what we need, Gerry If I'm not on the radar, what the- Anyway Young Gerald (Yee) Yeah, yeah G Yeah, yeah G Yeah, hey, yeah G What's that sound? Yeah, uh, treat this shit like a sport I eat this beat with my bare hands, no silverware, no fort I really brought DMX out, one of my first shows in New York Now I get free tix to see the Knicks, I put Ricks on the court Yeah, finally getting my flowers, watch me headline at the Garden Try to diss me, beg your pardon, you should step back like James Harden Yeah, ten years in this rap game, but I still work like I'm starving That means late nights, early mornings You know what time I'm on, fucker, yeah You shittin' me or kiddin' me? I seen them shots you sent at me, but I'm not dead, nor is chivalry And this ain't Mortal Kombat, your girl's the only one who can finish me It's not my fault she's in a G, and we don't fuck with your energy I look around this rap game, see a whole lot of mini-me I listen to your new shit, I mean, mmm, it's givin' G But you're not me, elite flow and delivery I'm at the multi-platinum lunch table and a lot of y'all can't sit with me, yeah So let's even up the score Three homes in three cities, L.A. to Bay, New York I'm in Soho, listenin' to Hov, fell in love with the allure You pocket watch in my walk-in closet, look like a YSL store Compare me to y'all rappers, we can argue who sells more But I'm thinkin' bout a three-letter word I'm pretty sure it spells war So who's legendary more? I got legendary lore Cause when it comes to sex in Hollywood I'm a legendary whore Yeah, ayy, body counts in the thousands I think it's bout time to rally up the battalion I'm back on my bullshit once I finish this album I'm speedin' up, might have to tap back in with the stu- Yeah, ayy, I'm really that fella Been thinkin' bout the one who headliner Friday, Coachella, too, yeah Could do this shit no sweat, and I would keep goin' but for now That's all you get, on the radar, Young Gerald, yee!