Here I Go
[Intro]
I got my heart set
And my plans ain't far-fetched
Cause when I'm dartin'
There's gon be blood on the carpet

[Verse 1]
All this anquish releases
Never painless, I'm keepin'
This train steaming, the flames gleamin'
I'm indecently feastin'
My anger is beamin'
I got God at my back
Can't stop in my tracks, soften
Or act snobbish or wack
Bitch, you flop in a trap
Like a fish caught in wrap
The heat unbearable, terrible
Don't dare me to snap
'Cause all this dust gon make me sneeze
And plus I hate to breath
That musty fumes you run on
Bitch, go spray Febreze!
I got genes from the streets
You got jeans from Macy's
I got beef with words
You beef with Drake's little baby
Bro, I started from the bottom
Hold on, you're coming home maybe
I'm the best you ever had
I'm God's Plan so start praying
[Chorus]
Here I go, here I go
I wanna challenge
Here I go, here I go
I got the passion
Here I go, here I go
Who want some action?
Here I go, here I go
'Cause I'm gon lay it on em

[Verse 2]
Puttin' work every single day
My verses are biblical
Gotta rhyme in every way
It's a matter of principle
Bitches full of bullshit
Catapulting their full spit that's pitiful
I'll screw you imbeciles
With my lyrical toolkit, so cool it!
Pen and pencil gives me bullets
You guys are foolish
I'm quintessentially schoolin'
My peasantry students
And I'm fresh from newness
Outrageous and ruthless
Can't liquidate me, I'm fluid
No shame like a nudist
These lame eunuchs, a faint nuisance, I blame Cupid
For fake humans who stain music and play stupid
I stay shootin' 'cause they've proven their brain's truant
I prey, looming as a rufous Great Dane mutant
[Chorus]
Here I go, here I go
I wanna challenge
Here I go, here I go
I got the passion
Here I go, here I go
Who want some action?
Here I go, here I go
'Cause I'm gon lay it on em

[Verse 3]
I'm pullin' up 'til the glass shatters
Makin' art with this blood spatter
It's scatterbrained 'cause I scatter brains
With my AK sprayin' pattern
Call it bug spray
'Cause I got these maggots fleein'
Bastards sat in the sun
'Cause they don't work on the weekends
As my passion increases
You crack into fractions and pieces
Cause you can't fathom a genius
Who's a fuckin' rappin' extremist
You might think you're passable, decent
But, bitch, you actually stinkin'
So sit, relax, go to sleep
'Cause I got my bat, rolled up sleeves
This a bloodbath, it's a means
For me to practice and feed
But not on trash or the weak
Just on their ashes and screams
I just master and teach
Work my ass every week
Wolf Quan on this beat
While I got these dogs on a leash, bitch