(Verse 1)
Fuck it,
Took a hiatus from the hard shit.
Wanted to help as an empathetic artist.
I went from straight-up heartless to showing where my heart is.
And Now to tear it up and fuckin' toss it in the garbage.
And Be a fuckin' narcissist.. It's marvelous..
Pretentious as a Harvard kid..
You wanted this.
I'll take you to a thermostat to show you that the heat is on.
My dick is on your girl; she might just have to beat it off.
No need for salt.
I see your anger from across the room.
There's only one more thing that I can really offer you,
and that's an off to you. I mean, a way to off- you / very quick.
I'll fuck your girl right in the coffin you'll be buried in.

(Chorus)
Right. Right.
I'll steal your beat, and man, I'll promise I'm the hardest on it.
Right. Right.
This is my game.

(Verse 2)
Fuck it,
made some changes Ima run with.
Everyone will wanna see the monster I've become, and
Ima show it.
My flow will take you straight up to the ocean.
Little did you know that I'm the greatest with the mic,
and I've a right to snatch the mic from you.
I don't collab, and I'm a walking one-man cypher, due.
I only partner with my posse,
getting smaller by the minute.
Couple cats keep on frontin
cause I'm gettin all the kitten.
Bitch, I'm winnin',
and I ain't even got AIDS.
Damn, Charlie,
back at it again with the controversial stories.
I got some fucking problems too, but nothing too alarming.
Guess I contradict a lot; I won't apologize, I'm sorry.

(Chorus)
Right. Right.
I'll steal your beat, and man, I'll promise I'm the hardest on it.
Right. Right.
This is my game.

(Verse 3)
Fuck it.
Everybody's frontin'.
Everybody's in the game for somethin,
and it's nothin' that amounts to shit..
It's just pussy, money, weed;
so I'm here to bring some talent to the mix.
and I'm predicting a fuckin' storm..
I mean, I'll take the game by storm.
Everytime I spit it, man, the weather isn't warm.
I'm either hot or cold. .
Either ice, or else I'm fire.
I'll melt the ice you think you bring, then freeze your fucking heart.
Honest..
..
ly,
what's gonna be..
the reason that you're fuckin' with me..
is nicotine
and ecstasy.
..I'll be your drug.
I'll be the beat and be the thing you can't get enough of, but



(Chorus)
Right. Right.
I'll steal your beat, and man, I'll promise I'm the hardest on it.
Right. Right.
This is my game.

(Verse 4)
Fuck it,
Ima literally fuck it.
Either stick my dick in you or else there will not be a fuck to give.
I guess that line is getting overused.
Like you, it's overused, abused, and 0 for 2.
Not hit and miss, just straight up miss, and bitch
this isn't shit that I am glad to do.
and I ain't even mad at you.
I'm angry at your father for not pullin out.
With all the doubt that I can muster, I'll express it toward your parent's love.
You're prolly the mistake that they're embarrassed of.
and there's enough of rope to wrap your throat up to the ceilin'.
..Enough to end the pain and there's enough to stop the feelin's.
..You're fragile as an egg and getting boiled. Man, you're peelin'.
..All the hype you have just isn't real, and Ima steal it like.

(Chorus)
Right. Right.
I'll steal your beat, and man, I'll promise I'm the hardest on it.
Right. Right.
This is my game.

(Outro)
Right. Right.
I'll steal your beat, and man, I'll promise I'm the hardest on it.
Right. Right.
This is my.. game.