Envy Me - Rimi

Yeah, aye, aye

West, west, west coast

West, west, west coast

Aye, Resonated, uh

Rimi, yeah

Envy me, envy me, envy me, yeah

Envy me, envy me

Aight, check it, aight

Guess who bizzack

The one and only messiah of rap

Leading the crew like mafioso’s in black

Roaring like the son of Mufasa leading the pack

Shining like a diamond in the light

Until I leave you all blacked out

Tried to find my way, now its mapped out

Known to run the game, you in the background

A beast on a beat, off of my leash

Screaming «fuck peace,» capische?

The don dada, rhyme harder

Couldn’t match to my rap flows

Talking disrespect, you get dealt by my capo

Guided by my fingers as if we don’t talk english

So, my actions speak louder even when I got mouths closed

Chip on your shoulder like you aiming for closure

You know I’m hoping to bolster to come and gain the exposure

Put me up on a poster just like I’m clearly supposed to

Be in control and serve the music to the fullest like a soldier

Now I’m the prodigy wreaking havoc, I mob deep

Questioning my thoughts like I’m in the hot seat

This shit is concrete, you feel it like a heartbeat

The vibe be riding with me till the day I feel my heart’s weak

But I’ve been taught to never get my heart weak

Mind over matter, I get madder on this hard beat

Knocking verses out while you enjoy it from the box seat

Hits and never misses like I never had an off week

It’s essential, my mental been detrimental

Never settle on instrumentals, now give me the medal

Been making moves like I’m Gepetto

Pulling strings like they petals

Foot on the peddle, I’m suspenseful

With the flow of the pencil

Now, who the fuck thinking they better than me?

F' it, my work ethic can even tell it better than me

Check the stats and how I became the MVP

And let the rest of the rap game just envy me

Envy me, envy me, envy me

You know me, R.I.P.

to the M.I.C., yeah

Envy me, envy me, envy me

You know me, R.I.P.

to the M.I.C., yeah

Envy me, envy me, envy me

You know me, R.I.P.

to the M.I.C., yeah

Envy me, envy me, envy me

You know me, R.I.P.

to the M.I.C., yeah

Ha-ha-ha

Aye, aye, aye

The Don Dada

No one else can rhyme harder

818 don shit, don shit, don shit