... It's that time Things just ain't the same for young Jermaine Still underrated but far from underpaid And though some problems did fade, the hunger stayed These stomach rumbles can humble thunder, uh I'm still fueled by the ones that slumber The standout amongst the one-hit wonders So when the dust settles and the sun is under The horizon, y'all should run the numbers, man Uh, who the fuck want what with me? Hardest out and I say that reluctantly 'Cause this should go without sayin' but y'all playin' dumb Far as thеse rappers go, I'm not fearin' nonе Cole flow is cold in any genre, with many combinations Shoot like that boy's sponsored by Under Armour Reach, you a goner Arms crossed in coffin like you was from Wakanda God's favorite, accumulated a ton of karma As seen by me thumbin' through green, I become a gardener Pullin' up in the supercharger Me and two things like a double entendre Nigga want beef, I'm a number nine combo Not one designer in my ensemble You're tuned to the realest, maybe to ever spill his Heart until it’s drained, feel his pain, trust Sixteen ain't enough to do it justice Just cop The Fall Off and he'll explain Is it the end of the chapter, happily ever after? Bet this gon' be the year that fulfill his reign, man
I wrote this because someone tried to rap battle me: Test greatness you’re a goner, leave you fighting for your life like Nala That go for any fake actor fk karma take a spear up your arse for wakanda, with my heartbeat sensor seeing Dopplers, every target eliminated for attacks on my conscious, cookin a nga like Parmesan lasagna, throwing uppercut combo’s leave your heart dishonored
