Throne
I ain’t gonna get off my throne
If you think I fell off you alone
Yeah yeah
This ain’t how you really wanted the story to go
You cowards think you could get me off my throne?
Nah Nah
Let me give you a serious list of all those that I’ve overthrown
Wait till you get the jist you won’t get my cheese no provolone
Ha Ha
Dr@ko a homie but you know he better bow yeah
That infant Stan thought he could take me out yeah
I’m a giant little boy even on my knees I’m taller you don’t want this clout yeah
Why do people keep thinking they can destroy me and my music? How? Yeah
Aiana Keene I don’t even know why she started with me
I only bring the purest perfection y’all don’t know what I bring
Nonstop fire no lighter can carry or handle the all of the heat
I’m an assassin, don't you see the corpse of this beat?

I carry the heat (yeah yeah yeah)
I refuse defeat (yeah yeah yeah)
You don’t want beef (yeah yeah yeah)
Steal my lines thief (yeah yeah yeah)
Look what I bring (yeah yeah yeah)
I’ll cause you grief (grrrrrr)
This a tribute to Pop Smoke
He had no brake live life on “go”
Murdered in his home left many hurting
Sick of the cheesy wannabes
Y’all think this thing funny?
Think gangsta badass till someone show
Gunning your homies down
Then you choke
I swear if I hear another lil’ boy
Throwing shade at Pop Smoke
R.I.P. Pop but they want smoke

I carry the heat (yeah yeah yeah)
I refuse defeat (yeah yeah yeah)
You don’t want beef (yeah yeah yeah)
Steal my lines thief (yeah yeah yeah)
Look what I bring (yeah yeah yeah)
I’ll cause you grief (grrrrrr)

Smoke at the legend and I’ll give you cancer (cough)
Draw, boy, I bet my words are faster
Throwing shade cause you think you look dope
Nah you just do dope (ahhhhhhh)
Boy you loco?
Diss Pop and you finna get smoked
Sick of lines from peeps who can’t even fit in they own shoes (Somebody help me!)
Casino time, bet on baseless braggadocio and you gon’ lose
Chill folks
Watch your words before you go ghost
Kids acting gangsta they gon be filled w’holes
I ain’t no gangster but I know the risks
Think you’d be a great dealer till you get stopped and frisked
I don’t enter that life ‘cause the Lord gave me an aight hand, I’m blessed
But my homies know they might be sent to “go fish”
People think they can handle the life till the get a stitch
See a knife
You ever been threatened for your life?
Young kid I went to the middle school dieciocho
Video released after a girl was killed threatening me and it was a no go
I carry the heat (yeah yeah yeah)
I refuse defeat (yeah yeah yeah)
You don’t want beef (yeah yeah yeah)
Steal my lines thief (yeah yeah yeah)
Look what I bring (yeah yeah yeah)
I’ll cause you grief (grrrrrr)

White boy but identify a little more with Coco
Punks thinking they’re distract finna cause me distress
Maybe un poco
But I’ve had death next to me R.I.P. my homie Pedro
I’m cheesy till you’ve lived my life, you mock me, think to diss me, no no
That’s all just for show show
I take pictures of those I’ve conquered, who next up for the photo?

A prodigy
Prodigiously predetermined to abolish the abandoned misconception make my own predestination, predetermination and parenthetically promising an impossible passive outcome
I don’t need Gucci
I’m fine with H&M
I don’t need fancy
I’ll still get the win

I carry the heat (yeah yeah yeah)
I refuse defeat (yeah yeah yeah)
You don’t want beef (yeah yeah yeah)
Steal my lines thief (yeah yeah yeah)
Look what I bring (yeah yeah yeah)
I’ll cause you grief (grrrrrr)
I woke
Up
Gotta another day
Fire
Stoked
My head don’t do nothing for me
Can’t even sleep can’t even lie
Down
Without some rhymes
Coming to me
Sick of repetitive lines
What a lie roll the die
Inside an inferno raging there
All you wanna dare
Me to get on your case?
Take an eye for an eye and then we all blind
There ain’t no true justice we all in a bind
Y’all wanna find
Where I acquire these insane rhymes
These insane beats
Producer be H3
The rhymes are mine
But I don’t use no one to write my music ‘cept me
I get drunk off music, but I ain’t no Ba-Cardi B
I just had to flee a crime scene
Murdered a track so you know they right behind me
Go psycho on the beat, you challenge me? Oh, I’m right behind ya

I carry the heat (yeah yeah yeah)
I refuse defeat (yeah yeah yeah)
You don’t want beef (yeah yeah yeah)
Steal my lines thief (yeah yeah yeah)
Look what I bring (yeah yeah yeah)
I'll cause you grief
I carry the heat (yeah yeah)
I refuse defeat (yeah yeah)
You don’t want beef
Steal my lines thief
Look what I bring
I'll cause you grief... (grrrrrr)