There's only one blur left, rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf Text me, do a number on the label, eat up all the MCs and drink them under the table Like, it's on me, put it on my tab kid, however you get there Flirt it, dab it, I enhance it, you're leaving on your face forfeit I crush the mic, hold it like that heat, so you might toss it Told him, tell him he stole it, so he totally lost it He stole me, get off it, and a bunch of other more shit Gettin' money, DT's be gettin' no new leads