[Verse 1] Uh, I'll wipe your brain clean/ My bars are straight mean/ Rollin with a grip of the dopest shit for '18/ I'm tryna rock arenas, yo/ And when you see my clothes/ You know my game remains the same, on point like ballerina toes/ It seems my foes acting bold like thick text/ Salty as licks, yes, cause I said I'ma run the Midwest/ I'm here to brew culture/ And gain fans, but few jokers/ Don't fuck with that West Coast cat rapping like New Yorkers/ This ain't the Matrix, I'm the one that'll make hits/ Take it back to the basics, embrace it and wait for greatness/ Cause my verses make lists that are nicer than St. Nick's/ And most of y'all's 16 bars are sweeter than 8 Twix/ I got that "91, here I come with the BOOM" rap/ That Boom Bap/ Sweep you under the rug, where the broom at?/ Tryna burn, we can do dat/ But you best to bring reefer/ Cause I'll be a king chiefer til I blaze with the Grim Reaper/ [Verse 2] Fuckin with the West Coast, you best ghost or get fried/ Always reppin Cali, like Pac when I'm yellin "WestSide!"/ On a Midwest ride/ I'm just tryna build young/ For real, what's the deal, opposition gets killed, son/ So shake it off cause this competition is friendly/ But don't try to end me or I'll have your homies pouring out Henny/ On the walkway lines, fuck your not flame rhymes/ I ain't out here talking shit like we all can't shine/ I ain't tryna see the sun who's burning bright with its wrath/ I'd rather have a millions stars at night to light up the path/ Cause when you on is when the shady people come to light/ And all you really wish is for your dreams to come to life/ So it's all love til you come at me like a bear roaring/ I gave you fair warning/ I'll take flight on you like Air Jordans/ So if you wanna run and hide because you're too shaken/ I'll bring the freshness right to your door like Blue Apron/

[Verse 1] You tryna bring me to the edge, I'm just tryna take a step back/ Cause I'ma be a legend out in Cali when I get back/ I know we in a race, I'm gaining pace, you bout to get lapped/ And I be turning heads so fast you'll probably get your neck snapped/ Cause I see all of these squares that's tryna curve me like a circle, quit/ Swerve the whip, while I'm steady puffin on some purple shit/ They doubted, wasn't bout it, judgment clouded, they was working with/ Suckas, claiming ruckus, mothafuckas wasn't worth a shit/ They knew that I was working, leveled up to a hundred fifty/ Thought I was a virgin cause they knew no one was fuckin with me/ Fuck a hundred views, I'm tryna rock it with a hundred cities/ 50 racks a show and I ain't talking bout a hundred titties/ [Hook] I be riding, smoking chronic, you can bet that/ I'ma make a million dollars, you can bet that/ I be making moves unlike the others, you can bet that/ And I'ma make it mothafucka, you can bet that/ I be riding round and smoking chronic, you can bet that/ I'ma make a million dollars, you can bet that/ I be making moves unlike the others, you can bet that/ And I'ma make it mothafucka, you can bet that/ [Bridge] You can- you can bet that/ You can bet that/ You can- you can bet that/ You can bet that/ Homie, you can- you can bet that/ You can bet that/ I'ma make it mothafucka, you can bet that/ You can- you can- you can [Verse 2] When I came out to the city, all I wanted was respect in rap/ Making waves without the ocean's ways, they ain't expecting that/ You flexin cash, just tryna put yourself where they attention's at/ Letting club promoters step all over you like welcome mats/ I do this for the Hip Hop vets that's tattered with battle scars/ Cause all these new school rappers be spitting is strictly Xanax bars/ I don't need to snipe, I'll eat the mic, share the full scope/ This wolf woke to creep amongst the sheep and wear a wool coat/ I'm gassing the mic, so they be askin advice/ You gotta spit it til they kill you, with more passion than Christ/ Now some are salty like a front flip cause I'm munching, yeah the hunger's real/ I ain't gonna stop until my wallet's worth a hundred mill/ [Hook] I be riding, smoking chronic, you can bet that/ I'ma make a million dollars, you can bet that/ I be making moves unlike the others, you can bet that/ And I'ma make it mothafucka, you can bet that/ I be riding round and smoking chronic, you can bet that/ I'ma make a million dollars, you can bet that/ I be making moves unlike the others, you can bet that/ And I'ma make it mothafucka, you can bet that/ [Bridge] You can- you can bet that/ You can bet that/ You can- you can bet that/ You can bet that/ Homie, you can- you can bet that/ You can bet that/ I'ma make it mothafucka, you can bet that/ You can- you can- you can [Hook + Bridge]

[Verse] M Shah leaves you in awe cause I'm raw with sublime skill/ My words leave more bodies on the ground than a fire drill/ If I get offered a rhyme deal, I will/ Not waste my time to sign for anything under nine mill/ I'm still in the streets working, so trust me close the road/ Your banks will dwindle away when my mucky flows erode/ That shit you spittin bout making the fucking toast explode/ While I'm kicking rhymes slick as Kentucky's postal code/ They said I'd never make it, tryna implore my demise/ And now I'm crushing bars like Piggy in Lord of the Flies/ The magnificent, mic murdering rap lord/ What you think the M in my name stands for?/ My bars'll leave you comatose in your bogus coats/ Like a car parked in the backyard, you always broke/ And you tryna floss on me like a dental assistant/ My pen is itching to put you into mental submission/ You just broke honesty's back, by calling me whack/ Cause you more full of shit than a colostomy bag/ You choke like you tryna chug honey, rapping bout drug money/ While I'm eating these beats like Doug Funny/ I got advice for these garbage emcees who oughtta/ Just stop biting flows like they trying to chew water/ You spit rhymes no one fucks wit, you must quit/ Two hundred yards apart, I'm a sniper, you just a musket/ Bust it, kick a rhyme with finesse just to bless the sample right/ What's lit? Your bars? Naw, you spittin that shit by candle light/ Bring me a beat, that I'll dismember with plenty force/ I slay more than Santa the night of December 24th/ I'm going achoo like I tickled my sinus/ I'm ripping through rhymers/ They're saying holy crap like I'm shitting divineness/ Tryna catch me slippin, out for the spoils of war/ Soil your drawers/ I wouldn't slip if you oiled the floor/

[Verse 1] It's the return of the beat mass murderer, yeah, I'm back again/ Was sad and then/ The pain had me feeling like I was panicking/ I felt malnourished but courage flourished, picked up the pad and pen/ I fell into the darkness, but found the light just like Anakin/ Ask why I'm novice, I laugh like I'm modest/ Cause I'll be back at your throat like strep, when you ain't finish your antibiotics/ I bring that Latin fuego/ Packing these brass and massive huevos/ I'm running Cali from Crescent City to San Diego/ Yo, I want the fame first/ My verbs'll wrestle your mental, til the blood vessels that's nestled up in your brain burst/ Homie, I know the pain hurts/ With strength is how you hope to react/ Active practice showed me a jacket's all that's holding me back/ Now I'm feeling like what I'm writing'll make you hit rewind/ And I've got more drive than taxis, Uber, and Lyft combined/ My raps are funky like my breath smells/ You break like egg shells/ Right angles slip through my fingers, it's like I just can't catch L's/ [Hook] Soon as I fell in the abyss of the dark/ I felt as if the emptiness was gonna twist me apart/ But I took a breath and climbed up from the depths of the sore/ Now that I'm back, I'ma rap this like never before/ So I'ma flow!/ Now that I'm back I'ma gonna flow/ Na-na-na-na na-na-na now that I'm back I'm gonna flow!/ [Verse 2] It's the return of the classic flow/ With a passion for passing dro/ Y'all smashing hoes, I'm rapping, y'all slacking, that trash just has to go/ I vanished to another state just to follow my dream/ And for awhile all I wanted to do was wallow and scream/ But I still had the drive, I slammed on the throttle/ The only boos I caught on stage was in a can or a bottle/ I'm still spilling these slick syllable skills, I'm just showin off/ I'ma run Nebraska from the panhandle to Omaha/ Oh my god/ These taffy rappers claim hard but go in soft/ A couple rivers, but mostly puddles that never flow at all/ Holding on/ To your head cause my rhymes might just blow it off/ Don't mistake me for Mother Nature but I be flowing raw/ I'm out to get more dead faces than cemeteries/ I'm hella wary, I'll march on you like the month after February/ They try to stop me they sloppily drop the techs they carry/ It's absolutely necessary that I be legendary/ [Hook] Soon as I fell in the abyss of the dark/ I felt as if the emptiness was gonna twist me apart/ But I took a breath and climbed up from the depths of the sore/ Now that I'm back, I'ma rap this like never before/ So I'ma flow!/ Now that I'm back I'ma gonna flow/ Na-na-na-na na-na-na now that I'm back I'm gonna flow!/

[Verse] Back on the scene, no zine, no need for ruckuses/ You can tell how hungry I am by how loud my stomach is/ Publicist?/ I thought y'all already knew what the fuck it is/ Being the best alive is at the top of my bucket list/ I'm back and I'm attacking the wack with some mental action/ I'm Latin, going platinum from rapping is meant to happen/ Yo, it's all about timing and grinding/ Rhyming and climbing/ I'm tryna be the first Arab rapper that's going diamond/ Down to earth like grounded cable/ When funds were down and fatal/ Yeah, I used to push elbows like I sat at a crowded table/ I moved those P's like produce/ There's no use/ Boy I spit so cold, if you step to me you'll need snow boots/ In the dead of summer in Mexico/ Who's next to go/ I'll light em up, I got more gasoline than a Texaco/ Wack emceess get mad after asking me if they sick or not/ Then they throw more shade than a skyscraper at 6 o'clock/ But they missed their shot/ They stayed asleep through the cockcrow/ Y'all know what time it is but keep pretending your watch broke/ Steady hoping I vanish, yo I hold the advantage/ With all my Latins when they hear that I be flowing in Spanish/ Oye, presta atencion antes que sea tarde/ Porque mis rimos vienen solo pa romper la madre/ Y cuando tengo el micrófono/ Ya saben, como no/ Si no comes el instrumental, pues me lo como yo/ Word to Jalisco, that's the motherland/ Stoned every 24 hours, they calling me Reefer Sutherland/ I want a hundred grand and I ain't talking bout chocolate bars/ Y'all tryna be the plug but still don't know where the sockets are/ Your pockets start growing/ Money starting to bless up fast/ Can't keep it straight though like a messed up cast/ I want that fresh cut grass, I ain't mowing the lawn though/ I'm here to wake you up like roosters crowing at dawn, yo/

[Verse 1 - M Shah] I remember feeling real love not too long ago/ But she ended things after I moved and I was heartbroken/ I remember feeling fear flood when I'd rock a show/ Thoughts of her would creep into my mood and I would start choking/ But I had to spit it right quick/ Bringing bars, hitting hard like a night stick/ Stung, I was haunted cause the one that I wanted didn't give a fuck, felt I was struck with an ice pick/ In my heart, but it's time for new thrills/ And as time went by, my wounds healed/ I met some cool chicks, and some who'd bullshit, and a couple that kept it a little too real/ I'll admit that I'm so flawed, that might be the reason I ain't had luck so far/ But I felt like a crowbar hit me in the low part when a girl ghosted me for saying I had no car/ Now I ain't gonna act like a saint cause I ain't, but I do my best to be noble/ Tell me how ironic is it that this hopeless romantic can be so hopeful/ [Hook - Zach Watkins] (M Shah) Be the last one out to get this dough, no way/ Love one of you bucket-headed hoes, no way/ Hit the sheets, then they hit the road, no way/ See the snakes, let em take control, no way/ I'm just looking for that real love shit (love shit)/ I'm just looking for that real love shit (love shit)/ I'm just looking for that real love shit (love shit)/ I'm just looking for that real love shit (love shit)/ [Verse 2 - M Shah] I'm just looking for that real love shit from long ago/ Many missed connections caused by feelings that were not spoken/ I'm just looking for that real one, fuck these drama hoes/ Or any other chick that wants to trip and make me stop smoking/ Yo fuck that, this is me, baby don't flip/ And she better not try bringing no shit/ Talking bout Blacks and Mexicans don't tip/ I had to tell that prejudice hoe that we don't fit/ And to all these other chicks that's just out for free meals/ You ain't gonna lean on this cat like 3 wheels/ We gon split bills, I'ma pay for my plate/ Fuck chivalry if y'all just gon violate/ "Oh he's pissed"/ Probly cause I know that I won't be missed/ Guess I don't need bliss, cause/ Being single's fine, 'cept the loneliness/ And I know that no woman ever owed me shit/ But I kinda feel disrespected/ Neglected/ Can't say it to my face, or even you can text it/ But even then, some of y'all really pretend/ Then just leave with the end open/ Closure is left broken/ Now I'm feelin jaded, B/ Painfully sitting here tryna figure if it's make believe/ Every day we breathe, it's more plain to see/ I might never find a woman that was made for me/ Then my confidence started fading/ Cause I never felt so degraded/ As the time when a girl said she wouldn't be mine cause she would cheat on me if we dated/ Damn/ [Hook - Zach Watkins] (M Shah) Be the last one out to get this dough, no way/ Love one of you bucket-headed hoes, no way/ Hit the sheets, then they hit the road, no way/ See the snakes, let em take control, no way/ I'm just looking for that real love shit (love shit)/ I'm just looking for that real love shit (love shit)/ I'm just looking for that real love shit (love shit)/ I'm just looking for that real love shit (love shit)/