Outbreak

As a result of the outbreak
 Your city or entire region might be endangered by a lethal a
 Yo, Dead or Alive I'll be one of the best
 No sleep vibe I don't get no rest
 You come for the tribe we come for your head
 No revive', it'll be no test
 Been underrated', underpaid and I still do tours
 I still do more than half of the people you track and adore
 And all of my music is real
 But yeah they want the headshots, hollow points and red dots
 Murder everything
 No shame in the game they'll even make the dead walk
 Bitch, I'm not a rap god
 I would only makes tracks that I snap on
 All my life been stepped on
 But not any more I got red dots and headshots
 Yeah, just hit up Quadeca sent him this beat
 Now there's no stopping us, breaking the scene
 Word to my brothers and word to my team
 Yeah, you know we're 'boutta eat
 Every new album feels like the best
 And every new outlet I outpace the rest
 You cannot compare it'll be sudden death
 If I die then
 It's about to be a outbreak
 We outpace all the fakes
 They seeking salvation for the trash they're making
 So get in formation
 Never sell my soul
 Love for the game but I really wanna go
 I'm sick of this
 Death to all the fakes, there's about to be a outbreak
 Yuh, oh, oh yuh oh (how you doin' man?)
 Everybody wanna be friends' uh
 When I break out it's a outbreak, uh
 I live my life like a highlight reel
 Had to take out every single outtake, uh
 Everybody wanna act fake now
 They get faked out when they really try to out-fake
 They gon' post a picture on the gram like the man
 Open up the comments all they gonna see is clown face, bitch
 I'll be coming from the heart, coming for your part
 Running in the dark in the red like an oven when it starts (woo!)
 Kill the whole darkness
 Too much drive made me carsick
 I was starvin' a bar then I hit a bargain (woah!)
 You the same sell up artist you really garbage
 You should'a roller coaster when I took the fuckin' harness
 Every goal I aim at bitch I hit a fuckin' target
 Hold up, I'm off the charts when I'm chartin' (woah)
 I'm ultra strong like I'm Charman
 I just met a bitch she like "oh you're super charming"
 Cryin' to their mom when I rap like they Cartman
 Keep you with a pencil I ain't even gotta sharpen
 Okay, that's true please listen
 I've been in sax you can call me Lisa Simpson
 Everybody claimin' that they can see the vision
 But they're lying to your face I just block 'em and I'm dippin' (woo)
 Dead or Alive I'll be one of the best
 No sleep vibe I don't get no rest
 You come for the tribe we come for your head
 No revive, it'll be no test
 Been underrated, underpaid and I still do tours
 I still do more than half of the people you track and adore
 And all of my music is real
 But yeah they want the headshots, hollow points and red dots
 Murder everything
 No shame in the game they'll even make the dead walk
 Bitch, I'm not a rap god
 Only makes tracks that I snap on
 All my life been stepped on
 But not any more I got red dots and headshots