[Intro]
Summon a summary from the summit
See the scene, stupid, better submit
Just wait for the chrome to just hit
I don't fall in love, won't trust no bitch
Won't fuck with you, won't trust a snitch
Fuck wit' me, you'll end up dead in a ditch
Smokin' a joint, I'm takin' that hit
Yo girl wantin' me, I'm stealin' that bitch
[Chorus]
Ayy, you wanna fight with the Devil?
I'm 'boutta put metal to metal
Scratch that - put metal to mental
That shit gotta be sad, you got an L mental
Bring the flows and the melodic's, call me LMental
We ain't goin' slow, foot down on the peddle
The next thing yo' fam sees of you is a grave and rose peddles
I'm better than you, best respect my credentials
Huh, we 'boutta run 'em down
Take the crown, finna run this town
Nobody next to me, number one in my sound
I don't edit my vocals, ain't no goddamn auto-tune, I'm takin' down all the fakes
Said you'd give her the world, but you ain't got shit for her to take
I'm seein' fake rappers talk 'bout fake shit, God's gotta go n' forsake
[Verse]
Time takes 'til time late
Time and time again, take time 'til time takes
All of my time is time well spent, still got bank, all my dough gets spread
Spread split blood, so mini-me's ain't nothin' near the same, you gonna be dead
Pull a pistol, pole pulled, then it's off with your head
Take any of my time, time to take all yo' men, wait
I'm 'boutta get on yo' ass
I don't care 'bout yo' cash
Bitch, we know you got no racks
I'm bad-bad, pack rats, pack gats
A-pap-pap, don't lack, blick in my backpack
Back packed - what it mean? You in the trunk
Take a shower, you smell like a skunk
I spread my payroll, not talkin' 'bout Yunk
Gachiakuta - way you obssesed with your trash
Jumbled jabbers, jibber-jabber, jab claws like Jabber
Pack a gat, bad is bad, you is just badder
You worried 'bout where he is, he's crashin' yo' Saturn
Don't put a ring on it, no fingers like Saturn
Pull up to the place, I'm bombin' the zip
Take a bite of the bullet, my piece to your lip
Pass me the cart, I'm takin' a rip
Rippin' rippin', I'm trippin' trippin'
Said you smoked, but you didn't rip it
Cut through cloth, I cut through cloth
Then bodied— wait, I didn't
Make that shit, that's DPS
Check my DPS
Pull up to the spot, need no GPS
You wanna fight? We gon' keep you dead
We seen who's next
It ain't you, you got me vexed
You ain't on top, you is just less
[Chorus]
Ayy, you wanna fight with the Devil?
I'm 'boutta put metal to metal
Scratch that - put metal to mental
That shit gotta be sad, you got an L mental
Bring the flows and the melodic's, call me LMental
We ain't goin' slow, foot down on the peddle
The next thing yo' fam sees of you is a grave and rose peddles
I'm better than you, best respect my credentials
Huh, we 'boutta run 'em down
Take the crown, finna run this town
Nobody next to me, number one in my sound
I don't edit my vocals, ain't no goddamn auto-tune, I'm takin' down all the fakes
Said you'd give her the world, but you ain't got shit for her to take
I'm seein' fake rappers talk 'bout fake shit, God's gotta go n' forsake, ayy1