Lyrics

Your composure broke, when I'm the voice to beat
I might smoke composers who want the royalty
Crown upon my dome, throne is so elite
Think you goated, but you toilin' on the toilet seat
And you don't wanna know what happens when you go at me
'Cause I'm so dope, and I'll total those who a foe to me
My totals overflow from hold, short, and show fees
And that's the standard, but you can't afford to be
I got a license to kill the track
Paper rising on graphs
Turn the dial, play with fire
I'm a pyromaniac
Y'all owe me thanks, been an OG like ludosmo
Like Kerbal Space, my music takes you to the cosmos
Feats ain't free, like CC
Throwing subs, like CC
Tenna jealous of my face
'Cause I be on your TVs
I gotta tell you, this ain't just another fad, 'kay?
August 12, you gon' remember it's MacLeod's day
Oh, did you think you're royalty?
Oh, you don't wanna battle me
Oh, did you think you're royalty?
Oh, none of you are as bad as me