"Rap God (Freestyle)" lyrics

Yeah, I tell you what
This rap shit's a sport
It's competition
It's Dax!
Fuck ass nigga

I'm sick of the bullshit
I should be on top, but I'm riding the bench
Niggas are blowin' for less, I've been killin' these beats and they don't wanna show me respect (fuck that)
Hopped off the porch from the north, ya I came here to kill so I'm aiming these bars at their neck
God to these niggas I took them to church 'cause these pussy-ass niggas gon' have to repent
Ask any rapper 'bout Dax, and I promise that nigga gon' say they don't know me
I meet 'em in person, they say they're the homie, then I got the word that the nigga a phony
Half of these rappers was made with Adobe
Copy and paste, they just rap 'bout a Roley
Cutting up rappers like barbers, 'cause I got the edge now I'm up so I fade 'em like Kobe
All black be the fit because I'm finna murder niggas here today
I was a janitor back in December then I took my shit and I moved to LA
Used to be broke, I was cleaning the floors it was overnight shifts every day (Facts)
Now when I rap on an instrumental, you can guarantee my ass gettin' paid, uh
Eminem, come find me
Dr Dre, come sign me
Props to my nigga Travis Scott, 'cause he put a baby up in Kylie
I ain't taking disses lightly, if you gon' talk you gon' have to fight me
No I ain't Kanye you won't getaway if you try to mention on my wifey
What you thought this was joke?
Peep the drip nigga need a coat
Thought I would lay down
Couldn't stay down, man Dax never lost hope
Now when I move they treat me like the pope
Rappin' a year but treat me like the GOAT
Wave making people drown now I got niggas hoppin' on the boat
Hoppin' on the boat and trying to hit a lick, only fuck with me now a nigga rich
Ain't about that gold digging, fucking shit
Man I need a Jada Pinket fucking Smith (Will)
Nigga, I'm Jordan so I need a pip
Nigga, I'm harden so I need a Chris
Nigga, I'm balling gimme the assist
Nigga, I'm shooting if you want a chip
Real freestyle shit you thought wrong, I'm just blessed
This here chess, 2 moves up, I'm what's on and what's next
Fake rap I can't connect
No Wi-Fi that's collect
25 for a call that's why they make no sense
I was in the back row chillin'
Now I'm in front row chillin'
Man I used to walk to the studio and now I got a car so I'm riding in a Rav 4-wheelin'
Any other rapper vs me gon kill 'em
I be on my King Kong shit gorillam
21 plus if a bitch trying to fuck I ain't tryna go to jail so I ain't gon' deal 'em
So I went to rolling loud, made a couple K and a fucked a bad bitch from my fan base
Then I doubled back made her ass clap and fuck another girl off a fan page, on a rampage
Dax, ya this a campaign
I ain't goin' back to being broke and I ain't fucking with you if you damn lame (Facts)