Losin’ It

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, 1 2 Bring my levels up They gotta hear me Yeah Live From Harlem World Zeus Uh, Yeah, Yeah [Verse] Niggas tried to stick with me but they been gettin' crossed You better check my history like you was insecure Spittin' fuckery but claim that you've been gettin' off How could you fuck with me? Ya tape been gettin' menopause (men-to-pause) I should D-Mac but I'm plottin', where you be at? I'll Park you anywhere like I'm ridin' in a Fee-at Or Fiat, nigga relax, you 'bout to make me relapse Karrueche with the body pic, nobody wanna see that All my tracks is a classic, I don't clash with these rappers All that trash you performin', you don't match up with Cassius I'll have you staggerin' backwards and then its ashes to ashes Hope you have the ray zapper, if I ever catch you in traffic Nigga, fact is I'm fresher and you's a passive-aggressor Pickin' who you want friction with, more like static selector (Statik Selektah) Me, I spaz on whoever, what's a pimp to Neutrogena? I'm dead cold with it, Kenneka Jenkins in a freezer Bitch, I'm clinically crazy, y'all can't lyrically fade me Casey Anthony, can't you see how I'm killin' 'em, baby This is bigger than KD, who can get with me lately I tried to picture that shit, then the picture get grainy Maybe you niggas just lazy or your lyrics fugazi If you claim that I'm bitin', you must be livin' with rabies How you think that you made me? Man you frauds need to get in tune My studio is me and Duke Da God in the livin' room Mean, I was eighteen, mobbin' with the A-Team Lines you could never fade, I ain't usin' Beijing Ain't nobody feelin' you, y'all ain't what the game fiend I had most of the city blue when I was in the state greens I'm God chosen, bars golden, y'all foldin' I studied under Lamont Coleman, heart frozen Big L is where the heathen got his flowin' from They say I be loosin' it, Yeezy ain't the only one Beyond raw, want war? Get an encore DNA all over the place, Kendrick Lamar tour Yeah, this is hardcore, who say they playin' hard ball? I cook up so much hard, I'm 'bout to send some shit to Rob Ford Please believe, I'm killin' 'em with ease Ya girl don't want for nothin' 'cause I give her what she need Huh, nigga please, that bitch don't get to breathe She be on her knees so much they 'bout to kick her out the league (HA!) Shit is simple, how I dip through these instrumentals But tell me how you got the title when you in a rental? I see the skits you into, keep thinkin' it's Jimmy Kimmel I put this 'fif on ya mental, welcome to 50 Central It's a fact, I loose friends when I rap Fuck a label, I'm independent I want everythin' back Not to mention I'm crack and so much of a rap god You Niggas is wack, I should mumble my last bar, Zeus