IDK Young J., Max Chambers - Mama Raised A Menace Lyrics

Back in the spot
Fuck all the raps that you got
Boy my shit is like crack in the pot
Play and get popped
You know I ain't talking grinding when I say I aim for the top
Came with the mop
Now watch me clean up the block
Cuz you chose to come talk like an opp
This shit a bop
Got niggas nodding they heads from the criminals down to the cops
My shit incredible
Your shit incredibly terrible
Lil nigga we not the same
My shit respectable
Your shit is nearly unbearable
Even your fam is ashamed
King of the game
Niggas is scared of my name
You just an amateur mane
My shit acclaimed
Lyrics and flow are insane
That shit is hard to explain
Ayy
Niggas will play with a dog
And then they get bit and still wonder what's wrong
Ayy
I'll send a nigga to God
You came with a stick, but I came with a log
Ayy
Lil nigga my choppa starved
And you looking edible
Fuck with me, that shit regrettable
Nigga my aim is exceptional
Mr. Dependable
I'll make your ass two-dimensional
Niggas should really stop fucking with me
They know I'm the future cuz I've got the keys
Chasing a bag and I get it with ease
Don't give an F cuz I'm next to my G's
This shit is easy I do what I please
Tell all your friends to stop playing with me
I'll put your wife and your kids in the ground
I'm tryna plant you a family tree
Ugh

Ayo
Rest In Peace the enemies
Cause not a single one could match the energy
I swear that I got the flow of seven seas
Cause I was up working y'all was dead asleep
And medically
The rhymes sick as time tick Improvement
Master with the mic
Know I used to be student
Every time I strike on these beats I prove it
Got a damn future rapper/producer
I was up early morning with the rooster
Warning to the emcees I ain't even twenty
By that time I'll be driving in the Bentley
Award show attendee record more intently
Never stop like I got a damn green light
Skipping hella sleep rap harder than it seem like
Shoot my shot so my name got hot
Know we won't stop till the team on top
Yeah
With my dogs like the pound swear I got more bars than cages
Of incarceration
What it cost to make it Ima spend all my time
In The darkest basement till I'm marching nations
Ten times your hunger man I got starvation
Tryna win I surpass What you thought I was
Doing my best because that's what my motto was
In a few years do a show up in Ottawa damn
I'm in my bag posted up on the gram
Bitch I'm the goat boutta silence some lambs
Me and Young J bout to go for a Grammy
I talk hella shit on these tracks they can't stand me
I'm so high above this damn class that they put me in
Waiting to drop but I still ain't the rookie man
Reading the lines but they don't wanna book me
Fast forward 2 years someone already took me