RAP GOD 2

Highest in the room

I’m so fly like I’m riding on a broom

I’m so fire even niggas on space can attest when I rap they can see my fumes

My shit boom

This beat food watch a nigga eat like I’m rapping wit'h a spoon

I can’t lose

3 years in but I rap like I started way back in the womb

I don’t pay to play

Getting paid is my day to day

Whippin up like it's Mayonnaisse

Straight yoked like a pair of eggs

No gas you a Tesla aye

Best out that’s paraphrase

Strapped up like I’m Sarah J

On top like some tresume

Oh la la

My shit finna kill, call a coroner

Like 9am they’ll be morning ya

Ain't it funny how them niggas was ignoring us

Now they wanna take shots when I'm pouring up

I just got head from a foreigner

Made my kids disappear like socerer

You don’t want war wit a warrior

Take your ass back to the back of the corridor

I don’t got time to hate, I always learn from my mistakes

They talk a lot of shit but wouldn’t say it to my face

I get down on my knees and pray 5 to 10 times a day

And ask that all this music shit don’t take my fucking soul away

Deep end I’m diving off

Bill gates you Microsoft

They think I got a clone I'm always going twice as hard

Twice the bars

Half the clout but fuck it I’m still twice the star

Rich as fuck but still be riding round inside my beat up car

Niggas tryna milk my fame they lactose

Snap a nigga whole career like Thanos

Can’t throw shade I'm not no shadow

Black Rap God wit a fucked up afro

Put me on LUPÉ like Fiasco

Niggas getting smoked just like tobacco

I got the sauce just like Tabasco

Painting picture just like picasso

I been on the road for the past 5 months and the past 5 goddamn days

Sould out shows with the fam gettin' lit

Taking pics east, west, north, south, every state

I wear a tank top and rip it every time I’m on that goddamn stage

I need to get sponsored by that brand, where the fuck you at? Everybody tag Hanes

Put me in the league with the top guys

Punch lines got chicken like Popeyes

Throw a jab I counter like clockwise

You couldn’t cross me if cross eyed

Can’t catch my bars 'cause you offsides

Call a nigga. Com 'cause it’s on site

I don’t need y'all's help like you ballside

My wrist on froze it got frost bite

They act like they hate me

In person they praise me

I won’t get deflated my name ain't Tom Brady

You cannot replace me or break me or shake me

It took to much work just to make me, I made me

This shits is warm up

I freestyled this shit on the tour bus

I be making these hits with the bars and they don’t even need to be having a Chorus

This industry cannot ignore us

It's Dax

I been spitting these facts

Sleep if you want you’ll get woke by the wave I'ma make try to swim and then drown and go back

Hahahaha

This shit just the warm up baby

I got something to lob nigga in this come (facts)

TRRG