[Verse 1: Control]
Yeah, Take my time gonna pace to the grind
When I face all the hate I negate with a rhyme
I stick to the bars and the lines and the truth
Never be a motherf*cker in a feedback loop
I’m not simplistic, never been so, Better not dismiss the path that I chose
Taking a chance on myself so I hope, That I’m making a legacy people will know
Yeah, gonna f*cking know my name while I’m making a wave and attaining the fame
Honestly I gotta keep it plain, cuz the two us are on a different page
I just can’t f*ck with you rappers that talk about grinding and act like you’re doing the most
You want immaculate stats when you’re practicing rap but the work never follows you home
I guess that I should chill, I should make some f*cking room because I heard you keep it real
Don’t you try to make it out like you’ve been giving us the facts, talking bout the grind and hustle, all you do is f*cking act, yeah
I never care about the sh*t you post, Cuz nowadays being fake is average
All these rappers wanna be the greatest for a tweet or a quote or a f*cking status
I Guess that some things never change They’ll backstab anyone to get the fame
So you better fall back like Tory Lanez, if you’re never respecting the best in the game
But people wanna tell me that I’m not lyrical, every verse is just so wack and dismissible
Typical criticism that I’m getting, but I know, that I’m better so I never sweat it
Sentimental when I’m comes to getting credit, But I gotta keep my chill
That’s my deal, yeah, Ima come and keep sh*t real
I never gave a damn about your numbers, rapping just for the records or piece of the fame
Get satisfaction, when the masses clapping and the best of the best are respecting my name
And I just gotta make it clear, cuz we both need the world to see
We murdering the competition call this an Emergency
[Verse 2: Oren Major]
I’m not a man I’m an animal
Hot as the sun when I come up I tan em all
Kill any track that i jump on I ran em all
Water on me when i jump I say cannonball
Oouu I be drippin n sh*t
The weight of the world on my shoulders I shifted and lifted it quick
I come from the ghetto where n*ggas move coca and brown like my sip and what I’m mixing it wit
I used to be broke, money comin in slow now the check that I’m fixing to get got extensions n sh*t, Dominican chick with the thickest dimensions n hips Ima empty the clip
n*ggas be lyin so much that the truth probably injure their lips
I gotta venomous tongue
It leave my nemesis numb
You sweeter than cinnamon, yum
Walk in lookin like a brick, make yo b*tch wanna build a house
Told her stack it up, then beep beep back it up
You mad n hatin n aggravated I get blue checks, I’m validated, I mean verified, I’m eatin rappers they terrified and stir fried
I’m the quote king n my flow, so clean f*ck around make a chair slide
Rep mine f*ck their side
I Made moves and stair climbed tryna take off, like airlines
f*ck the airtime, I need dollar signs
My v’s be monetized
DONxJMG we don’t compromise
My enemies they gotta die
[Verse 3: Control]
Pushing personal poetic limits
While the kids are growing out of hoes and gimmicks
With a flow diploma and a master’s degree
When I’m pimping a pen they just pass it to me
Cuz I keep it a buck without charging a fee
And it’s double the courtesy Jackson, and me
I’m not keeping a strap, but I riddle the beat
If you keep up the b*tchin man make you a street
Going off the dome I can garner respect
My ambition is so far from finished, I don’t really know If I’ve started yet
Don’t pay attention to the petty comments, cuz I’m staying focused on the bigger things
Like, why do rappers gotta say they’re lyrical but in their music never say a thing?
Me and Major on a murder mission
With the mic I’m gripping we can make em listen
Cuz the flow is filthy as a city gutter
But we spit it fresher than a mint condition
f*ck a competition this is proper spitting
No regulation no opposition
Dominating every show and moment, when the pen is racing and the clock is ticking
Yah, Rapping off the map, so lost
Stack that dosh, put it into rap low cost
Looking like a self made loss, your sh*t flops
Motherf*cker ain’t no DOMxJMG to the CNT, RL rain L’s in every state
The triple digits that you gotta dial from the AUS to the USA