I'm Coming, I'm Better

(Nigma on the track)

I'm coming, I'm better
Hotter than August hundred the weather
Feed me these beats and bangers my treasures
I'm fucking your bitch, you give her no pleasure
She calling my phone, blowing my dm's
Sucking my D*ck, she said carpe diem
Call me a punk, call me a CM
I'm making real moves, I'm more of a gm ya dig

I'm coming, I'm better
Hotter than August hundred the weather
This game on one side, me holding the tether
To be honest, words becoming no effort
I'm killing the game, still in my lane
Verses be going up 10 racks today
I'm in the booth,
I'm in my groove,
Somebody call up the homie G-smooth

Got the Tommy on the back man, call it Hilfiger
Making fillies every year, we gone be hill figures
I'm the gunner, and you little baby's gonna feel my trigger
When the slugs penetrate your ass, that shits gonna linger man

I'm coming, I'm better
Colder than zero snowed in December
This game is all chess, Ya'll playing just checkers
Checkmate, I am the king, I am the shepherd
I'm on the throne, You feel me through Zephyr
My wordplay to clever, I quit me my job
Goodluck in endeavors, cheese is all green
My favorite shade of cheddar
The world on my shoulders, I'm feeling no pressure
Been plotting too many months at a time
Too many verses, like Bible my mind
Too many time, little fucks boys said I couldn't do it
Look at that, they tried
What can I say they tried
Getting emotional, my notion to kill them
Head and above of there spine
Aim it at eyes, Bangin my bullets inside
Fooling up all of there pride
Rest easy and die

Don't ever fuck with my rise
Don't ever fuck with my rise
I'm coming, and better
I'm coming, and better
I'm coming