I'm a boss with it, authentic All y'all frauds better quit with the trash talk Before you get tossed in it Y'all trippin', ball rippin', y'all sippin' too much Right to the palms, drippin', lost in it Thoughts different, you don't want no drama that don't get involved in it I'm in a whole different headspace You makin' money, well that's great I got no interest in talkin' to people that I know are two-faced Too fake, get out of my face, woo What are you doin' in my lane? It's already too many rappers, I'm sick of the traffic and I ain't got no brakes I already passed you, you don't like what I'm doin', who asked you? You got into music cause you think it's fun, man, I'm doin' this cause I have to It's real music, chills to it, feel through it Real stupid, skills to it, quit movin', woo If I say somethin', I will do it, yeah I used to dream of these moments, I'm livin' them now Look up to heaven like, Mama, you proud? I'm on the way to New Zealand, I'm up in the clouds, dang I mean, who wouldn't know this? Who wouldn't know this? This industry never told me I was welcome I went to the house of the bad and I broke it and told them that I would be back high Flatline, all of your wack rhymes, that's mine Might get away from it, boy, MMLP, I'm the bad guy Last time, I had been takin' it easy, the game's mine Fame, why? I don't care about none of that, I'm just sick of the trash lines I grew up on Eminem, now look where the game's at Lame raps, Hollywood fame acts, I'm sick of the same trash I got no blood in my mouth, but give me a beat, I'ma blaze that, woo Give me a beat, I'ma blaze that You and me ain't in the same class You and me ain't on the same road Music has always been my home I used to call up some people, they won't call me back Now they blowin' up my phone, woo Ain't it funny how that works? Mad perks, killin' a record, got blood on my black shirt I'm jealous, in love with the music, don't ever come near her I ain't from around here, how you let me run it down here? If that isn't botherin' none of you rappers, then what are y'all doin' out here? I was like music to my ears, might never make it, I don't care Drake, I love what you doin', but call up the game and tell him that I'm here Yeah, I like that, mic snap, I laugh Y'all better surrender and get out your white flags And cancel your flight plans, your career isn't takin' off You sound like a hype man, hit you with the mic stand They ask what a hype's about, come and find out I mean, where you clowns at? I've been trainin', pen game is insane, I'm done playin' This music is groundbreaking, lungs shakin', done waitin' Y'all takin' my patience, quit fakin', y'all hatin' It's crazy, I mean, you know what my name is Rhyme Slayer, stop, Nate, they won't Rhyme Slayer, stop, Nate, they won't