Offended

Hook x2
You said I wouldn’t make it I’m offended (Bitch please!)
You said I wouldn’t rap I’m offended (Bitch please!)
You always underrate me I’m offended (Bitch please!)
You got yourself a job I made myself a boss (Bitch please!)

Verse 1
I hop on the beat like it’s Uber,
You’re the shit I’m the whole toilet.
I got the devil screaming Hallelujah
They get disappointed when I get appointed.
I’m the one they point at when a couple of niggas are dead in a song.
I am the light of cause, the game is a cave you need me to see when you’re gone.
My name is medical with a T, I’m on the category of the OGs.
Everything I put on is a fucken hit, middle finger to a hater suck a D.
Fuck a record label I don’t need a deal unless it got a spaceship and a mill.
I was born to win, I was to kill. You was born to flex but I intervened.
I hate to see a nigga fake if you got a problem then you gotta say it.
If you scared to say it on my face then you tweet about it I’ma go insane.
It’s ok thou, you still getting fed and I got your father on my payroll.
Trust me you don’t wanna have me in your song unless you got an Assupol.
A lotta niggas who have made it wanna eat alone they don’t wanna put us on.
Fuck your validation I’ma do this on my own and you gon be a unicorn.
I bring a knife to a gun fight, can’t detour this Rubicon.
I’m euphonious, a skinny nigga with a big dick on my true form.

Hook x2
You said I wouldn’t make it I’m offended (Bitch please!)
You said I wouldn’t rap I’m offended (Bitch please!)
You always underrate me I’m offended (Bitch please!)
You got yourself a job I made myself a boss (Bitch please!)

Verse 2
I ain’t made it yet, got an attitude of a millionaire.
What I say is what I’m gonna be before I turn forty I’ma be a billionaire.
Word of mouth I’m an engineer cause I manufacture rhymes to your ear.
And I heard you tryna blow you wouldn’t even if you had a piece of Osama’s beard.
Look, I lost a lotta money in my life and I lost some people I was really close to.
So confused why you gotta change on me now when I chose you.
Flipping on me like Photoshop transition.
I should have known you was fake before we started like terms and conditions.
I’m on the way up, bitch you owe me pay up.
Economically I’m sick and tired of debtors pay up.
I saw the vision now I’m on a mission.
Of being with the greats when they cook in the kitchen.
I shoot for the moon I’m surpassing the ceiling.
What can I say? That’s my ambition.
I’m killing these beats like I hate my producers,
Yeah, I don’t want no confirmation now I’m shitting on approvers.
May God bless you with plenty years of life, so you’ll see me winning cause I paid the price.
Now you act surprised nigga, I’m winning now, the maneuver.
Yeah, Bitch please!

Hook x2
You said I wouldn’t make it I’m offended (Bitch please!)
You said I wouldn’t rap I’m offended (Bitch please!)
You always underrate me I’m offended (Bitch please!)
You got yourself a job I made myself a boss (Bitch please!)