[Intro]
First person shooter mode, I keep sticking to 1 and 0s
Reminding me of the computer codes, to all of my dogs I give you a bone
Alienated, the shit that I’m making is out of this world like a UFO
I just be thinking and not give a shit of those who oppose
I look below, fuck moving slow
You move the goal, I still hit the goal
I go wherever my music goes

[Verse 1]
Where is it going
Where is it going
Where is it going
Going up breaking through the mold
Fuck the politics if I’m losing votes
I’m not finna be the kid who loses hope
I’m finna be the kid that’s a ruthlеss foe
To the dudes you considеred the newest goat
I’m done sitting back, that’s truth be told
I’ma go ahead and fill the room with smoke
I don’t give a fuck if you new or old
If you in my way, you getting out the door
Who you rooting for, I’m overrated
Please motherfucker, tell me who’s the source
Motivated, I go where my music goes
[Verse 2]
Where is it going
Where is it going
Where is it going
To top of the charts, knock it out of the park
I do not give a fuck if you with me or not
I’ma keep a buck, I would spin me a block
Better not diss me cause you won’t survive
This the shit that I’m talking bout, bitch I am underground
But if you fuck around then you’ll be underground
In your casket screaming, hear the muffled sound
All you do is bark, turn your ass to a muzzled hound
I named the album Ascension, I’m always above competition
You mention my name, you bitches are always just needing attention
You hoping I end up, dropping your name so you get some traction
Cause when we compare all our numbers your shit’ is not even a fraction
That shit is embarassing, how are you not embrassed yet
Dawg, you are not a threat, me, myself, I, that’s a triple threat
You’ve always been second hand, only time you snapped was rubber bands
Last dude that got on my nerves started doing remixes of Eminem
Like, stop the comparison, you are not talented
You are not anything, fucking pathetic, man
This is that shit that I really shoulda said a while back
A long time ago, uh, that’s when I should’ve spoked
My life is a movie, you really are nothing, not even a villain, you a minor role
All you fucking do is recycle flows, mirroring shit like a Kaleidoscope
Shit, me against you that’s like putting John Cena against Michael Cole
[Verse 3]
Ay
I’m ‘bout to
Hell yeah
My shit always hits, because I never throw a backhanded compliment
That’s a slap from a bitch, I call it what it is
Ever since birth I haven’t had a pot to piss
But I’m still sticking out like a sore thumb, hard to miss
Like Stephen Curry when hes goes nuts, problem is
I don't think that I'm ever gonna stop, I done did
Too much for this shit, spent almost five years, why would I quit
I don't do surface level, underground for a reason
Put that pedal to the metal, never tire when I'm speeding
Million miles I've been travelling around
Motherfuckers hear my sound, they're amazed and they wow'ed
With the greatness record I showed them what I'm bout
They pray I never get up above the clouds
With the motherfucking rap gods, motherfucking rap kings
I escape the bad thoughts, the motherfucking bad dreams
Man, I'm finna blast off, finna fucking blast these
Enemies and these snakes in the booth
Critiquing every motherfucking thing that I do
Jokes on you, bitch, that gave me the fuel
I'm a G throwing smoke, you barely a fume
You’re made to be fruity like Kool Aid or juice
You late to the show, you're fake to the bone
Fuck a cadence and flow when this shit came from the dome
[Outro]
You fucking bitch
I’m done playing around with all y’all
This is just the beginning of something much bigger than you
Y’all really ain’t ready for it
Y’all really ain’t fucking ready