Nowhere To Turn [2024]

Yeah,

Ayo

 

So you

Wanna say that my last shit was too mid?

Last time I checked, you’re still asking for a hit,

So shut the fuck up ‘fore I trap you in a ditch,

Where only spirits can grab you in the abyss;

Don’t ever tell me how to rap fool, or convince

Me to leave just cuz my ass chooses to bitch,

Go hang yourself in your bathroom, make it quick,

Like Robin Williams, after I outrap you I’ll clasp your neck;

Then I’m choking you to death,

I know you’re hoping for the best,

So you can open up my chest

To prove I’m only just a messed

Up human holding all the stress,

Congruent souled man with a death-

Wish who’s been posing such a threat

Through music only for respect;

 

Come my lady,

Come, come my lady,

You’re my butterfly, sugar baby,

Come my lady,

Come, come my lady,

You’re my butterfly, sugar baby;

 

Living on the edge,

Nothing I’ll regret,

Being dif-fer-ent

Has made them offended;

Even if I burn,

There’s nowhere to turn,

There’s nowhere to hide,

Except inside these rhymes; [2x]

 

Rhyming till I’m ninety, won’t D-I-E scared, more of-

Riding to my high peak or be climbing, bare holding-

The lightning bolts, I’m vying while I’m rising, spare no men,

This time being, igniting unexciting fair performers;

You couldn’t reach my level with some Nike Air Jordans,

You need to eat your breakfast since you bite me e’er morning,

You’re tryna eat these rappers cuz the candy’s not important,

A wild beast, hyena’s snapping, causing freaking stampedes in the open;

Actions have reactions,

Have your plastic ass start clapping,

Like your Kim Kardashian,

Who’s really into fashion;

These two minds keep fighting me,

Who’ll try to indict me?

Soon you’ll find your writing ceases

You not rhyming precisely;

As me;

 

Come my lady,

Come, come my lady,

You’re my butterfly, sugar baby,

Come my lady,

Come, come my lady,

You’re my butterfly, sugar baby;

 

//1:37

Still up for battles, still up for wars,

Up for the challenge, watchu got in store?

Any style you want, thought of asking me the time,

The time it takes just for you to automatically die;

Auto died and now everyone wants to start a fight,

Cough up rhymes they can find and sort out lines,

No more right or wrong, no more politeness cause

These fucking writers want to just knife a song;

And that’s fine with all, so have ice in a cup,

Cuz imma spice things on up since no one is nice anymore,

You entitled little fucks won’t receive contrite at all,

Yall so uptight your bras squeeze a pint of blood;

Fuck this pride up month, man you fucking cry so much,

Those tissues covered nothing but your organs lined right up

In your abdomen forming fluid from ascites on your lungs,

The only way you’ll buildup something sick, try and throw up;

While you’re young, there’s no limit to this meter, I’m a believer,

I’m too high up, wouldn’t come down unless I had a fever,

On a track with me and I’ll aggressively rap better than features,

I’ll go to Hell and tell the Devil restlessly that I've seen worse;

You faggots wanna say “come my lady, you’re my butterfly”

“I'm so obsessed with you baby, you have such stunning eyes”

“He’s not replying?! I want him to acknowledge my weak pen!”

“Lemme keep dissing them and impress my imaginary friends!”

 

Living on the edge,

Nothing I’ll regret,

Being dif-fer-ent

Has made them offended;

Even if I burn,

There’s nowhere to turn,

There’s nowhere to hide,

Except inside these rhymes; [2x]