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in our territory - wealthmasta lyrics

[verse 1: wealthmasta]
alright, yeah, first of all, you ain’t living in poverty, i’m aware that’s a disguise
i know you rich, son, like alan, that’s the only time you’ll ever bury me alive
i still got more dough, b*tch i’m superior in every way, that’s why i’m parrying your lies
it’s tearing up my mind how the beef gods were dumb enough to pair me with this guy
you tripped and you spun, stumblin through like your name’s kimberly dunn
cause you know this wimp on the run, i’ll turn this b*tch into mut*
*ton, you turned me from a goat to a sheep, which is the opposite of you want
cause you dodge all your challengers, but i’m boutta ram straight into this one
yeah, i know this chump is scared, b*tch, only hollow part of your pants is yo underwear
you look the samе when you’re naked, vеrsus when you’re wearing a tan*colored pair
claiming i’m obsessed with your d*ck, how is that possible when nothing’s there?
i know you a small*c*ck soyboy, yo chest probably only got one small hair
cause you’re in our territory, so if you p*ssed off, then p*ss off
i won’t let you spit on my big log, why you tryna l!ck on my ding dong
for real, you should get off my d*ck dawg, don’t leave any drips when ya get lost
yeah, i call this b*tch frost, cause you’re not bringing the heat, ain’t talking basketball
but you better retire, like your name was chris bosh, or else you’ll get fired
so either way your departure’s required, along with the dumbass who got you hired
i know you ain’t come just come outta nowhere, tryna call yourself courage, you a liar
don’t be a denier, you cry for your mommy every time you see a spider
but she too busy giving me a blumpkin, so by your logic, i’m toilet man
getting my johnson slurped while droppin’ sausages in the boilin’ pan
she enjoying my ham, when we finished we hopped in bed and i toyed with her ass
asked her if i was better than you in the sheets, and she told me “h*ll yeah”
how’s a cuck like you gonna defeat me when you can’t defeat a b*tch’s p*ssy?
they know i’m a freak in the sheets, so they shake their asses and then give em to me
but no girl is set on hooking up with this virgin, especially when you start gettin’ pushy
i know you be f*ckin’ men, but when it comes to females, yo d*ck’s a rookie
[verse 2: rapboat]
do you genuinely believe yourself capable of matching my sk!ll
my intellect is the sole thing that will get you k!lled
i haven’t even started talking about my sheer dominance?
you’re like a sparrow attempting to outshine a large phoenix
i could best you without even exerting my full power
as easily as i could shoo away a bee from a flower
i don’t compete with the likes of you, i conquer them
you have pedestrian ambitions, that’s not a problem then
you’re no match for someone who operates leagues above you
every move you make, every thought you conceive about what you’ll do
i see it coming like the sunrise after the most predictable of nights
i’m the conductor, get off my train, that’s right
you’re scrambling for scr*ps of strategy
i’m feasting on the fruits of mastery
my victories aren’t merely earned, they’re sculpted
and crafted with precision and elegance, it’s not bullsh*t
you might think you’re clever, perhaps even formidable
but i assure you, your so*called sk!lls sre just despicable
it’s not arrogance, it’s reality and you need to face the facts
you f*cking suck and confidence should be something you lack
i find it charming in the same way one might admire a child’s belief
that they could move mountains with a stick, like they did in a dream
but the greatest tragedies stem from overestimating one’s own worth
you’ll soon learn that lesson when you find yourself outworked
outmaneuvered, outsmarted, and utterly undone
my victories are never merely about winning, that’d be dumb
they’re experiences, they’re events to be savored
moments so flawless you can taste every flavor
i don’t simply defeat opponents, i dismantle their confidence
leavung them awestruck even though it should be common sense
to never even entertain the thought of challenging me
and you, my unfortunate rival, are no exception, it seems
[outro: wealthmasta]
i said f*ck off, bum

- wealthmasta lyrics

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