Evil Intent Lyrics

I rip apart every artist that coming at me

ALTR be topping charts in a couple of weeks

Alter the game in a way you cannot believe

I was made for the peak, you looking so weak

Evil intent how I look at this beat

Give the pen I equip it with ease

Might cop a Benz how I'm pushing this P

Pussy don't push me I promise on commas that you gotta flee

Hard to believe

They don't want nothing to do with the G

Hundred bands at least

All done was grip the piece and decease enemies

So fuck the flow, fuck the hoes

I been at the top they know

Pocket swole, never slow

Bless these bitches call me Pope

Pop a foe, fuck the hoes

I been at the top they know

Pocket swole, never slow

Bless these bitches call me Pope

Done with the games now

Speak on my name get laid out

Boy don't play now

Speak on my name it's lights out

Lights out, all dark, shoutout to Nardwuar

Greatest alive next to Paul Blart

Spitting this fire like Charizard

Sounds like, you bought

A lease for that beat from Walmart, huh

When write it's all art, default

Take a step back, you won't need to bust back

I don't got plaques but I got a mac in my backpack

With tracks, no contest who's next

No context when I say I make waves

Play dates with beats on vay-cay

Who am I tell you that you gotta play safe with a straight face

Why gotta be a motherfucking nay say change pace

I won't be pleased 'till I fill up an arena with a million seats

You can't really compete

I ain't never really got a minute of sleep

A moment to think, a moment to breathe

Making the P, making a beat, coming at me, blow it to me

Step to me better be ready cus we armed to the teeth

I am the king so I do as I please

Come in the ring and the end is defeat, got

Evil intent how I look at this beat

Give the pen I equip it with ease

Might cop a Benz how I'm pushing this P

Pussy don't push me I promise on commas that you gotta flee

Hard to believe

They don't want nothing to do with the G

Hundred bands at least

All done was grip the piece and decease enemies

So fuck the flow, fuck the hoes

I been at the top they know

Pocket swole, never slow

Bless these bitches call me Pope

Pop a foe, fuck the hoes

I been at the top they know

Pocket swole, never slow

Bless these bitches call me Pope