Nameless

Verse 1:

I'm the genesis of devilish cleverness you can never diss

Rappers who fail worse than trying to get Kylee Jenner lips

Venomous, treterous, and yes i did the emphasis to represent no

Gentleness steppin into the premisis

Elegance, i way with words you know that im slicin'

I'll have my music bite your ears like it's Mike Tyson.

You MC's i have to kill.

You lack the skill.

The only time you rapped is in a body bag thats sealed.

A couple bars and its turned into a fucking train wreck.

But im showing no reaction or care just like when zayn left.

I'm knocking down your lego playset.

Baby im the king, I just didnt get the fame yet. (what?)

You're really wack, my skill in rap is something that you never test.

Bitch ill be itchin' the body like its grandmas sweater yes?

And ill be working on my music and ill never rest.

Your chick is stalking my page just like a jealous ex.

Chorus:

Theres a lot of things in life that make me wanna murder.

Gotta write a song about it, 'fore i take it further.

Tristan in the building now, Better know that im still around. Yeah!

With the party imma fill the town aint nobody gonna kill it down. Yeah!

Verse 2:

Things just aint the same for white boys.

"Tristan is stuck up, he thinks that hes famous.

Hes nameless, hes cocky,

and he thinks hes winning and i heard that hes been with like 15 women"

Bitch please.

That aint nothing for the world to see.

Yes ive been with a girl thats been with more girls than me.

But please

I dont need no TMZ to circle.

My, Jeans are clean up like Stevie Urkel.

im tryna make the charts and be on top of the game.

I'm on my underground phase, I guess ill slaughter away,

At Rihanna and Drake, Lana Del Rey, Kanye and Jay,

Allof the Wayne songs that would play onto the radio cuz im tryna get famous.

Dr. Dre, I think that ive got a sickness.

Cause people bite at me and cant seem to mind their business.

"Yeah you got a fever, its crazy hot.

Theyre just a bunch of rats Solan, heres a rabies shot." (thanks)

Chorus:

Theres a lot of things in life that make me wanna murder.

Gotta write a song about it, 'fore i take it further.

Tristan in the building now, Better know that im still around. Yeah!

With the party imma fill the town aint nobody gonna kill it down. Yeah!