The Ringer

The Ringer I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts and see where this takes me. Cause I just feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right now Let me explain just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake I'm 'bout To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows If I press the issue just to get the anger out Full magazine could take staples out Savage but ain't thinking 'bout no bank account But bitch I'm off the chain like [?Kate --brown?] Motherfuc*** shut the f*** up when I'm talkin' lil' bitch I'm sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin' My talent? Oh, bitch I don't know who the f*** y'all are To give a sub-par bar Even have an opinion if you, you mention me Millions of views attention the news I mention you, lose lose for me, win win for you Billions of views, your ten cents a too Skim through the music