OUTBREAK

As a result of the outbreak

Your city or entire region might be endangered by a lethal a-

Dead or Alive I'll be one of the best

No sleep vibe I don't get no rest

You come for the tribe we come for your head

No revive it'll 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 they'll even make the dead walk

Biatch, I'm 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 there's no stopping us breaking the scene

Word to my brothers and word to my team

Yea you know we're boutta eat

Every new album it feels like the best

Every new outlet I outpace the rest

You cannot compare it'll be sudden death

If I die then

It's about to be a outbreak

We outpace all the fakes

They seeking salvation for the trash they're making

So get in formation

Never sell my soul

Love for the game but I really wanna go

I'm sick of this

Death to all the fakes, there's about to be a outbreak

Yuh, oh oh yuh oh

Everybody wanna be friends? uh

When I break out it's 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

I'll 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, I'm off the charts when I'm chartin'

I'm ultra strong like I'm Charmin

I just met a biatch she like "oh you're super charming"

Cryin' to their mom when I rap like they Cartman

Keep you with a pencil I ain't even gotta sharpen

Okay, that's true please listen

I've been in sax you can call me Lisa Simpson

Everybody claimin' that they gotta see the vision

But they're lying to your face I just block 'em and I'm dippin' (woo)

Dead or Alive I'll be one of the best

No sleep vibe I don't get no rest

You come for the tribe we come for your head

No revive, it'll 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 they'll even make the dead walk

Biatch, I'm 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