[Intro: RJLDiablo & SunlightJ]
Mm, get ready for the album, man (Yessir)
NEURO$PACE, man, this shit gon' blow up (Skrrt)
You hear me? Nah, maybe I went too far (Yeah, yeah)
Best album or mixtape yet (Mm)
I agree, I agree (Bang-bang)
This is just a fucking, like, teaser of what's to come (Ayy)
(R.J. Diablo, man)
(Bitch, hey, you know what it is)

[Verse: RJLDiablo]
Ayy, got a bitch out in Texas and a bitch out in Vegas
People don't talk 'bout R.J. because he is the greatest
What's the difference 'tween Dave and Kendrick Lamar?
One day I'll be next to 'em, rapping my bars
I done came up from the bottom, so I've got some scars
Remember riding 'round in my mama car
I done came from the ends, I guess that's a plus
They rushing to get the singles, they on a rush
For every one of my albums, a special touch
They all tryna tell me I've rapped enough
Been in the game for three years, sure as hell I ain't stoppin' now
Wait 'til October, I'll drop the album now
'Kay, I've been in space and thinkin' 'bout shit
I'm Elon Musk mixed with the sickest of shit
SpaceX when I fly out to your bitch
Make a motherfucker's shirt red like Tripps (Ayy)
Gotta rep the town, I gotta represent
I went and got a co-sign, that's a heaven sent
My bitch, she got perfume, that fucking Heaven scent
I'm happy she ain't a ho, she ain't with seven men
Had a dream the other day, yeah, my crush held my hand
I said, "Fuck off, bitch, we'll fuck while I'm with the band"
I fucked that bitch on PornHub, on Bandicam
When they see I can be the G.O.A.T., they like, "Damn, he can"
I've been working so much, bitch, sweat and tears
Waitin' for the money to get the beat, I'm near
As I sit back, reclinin' back in my chair
I think about the number one spot 'cause that's where I'm near, ayy
All them want the beef, then come out to play
Oh, I heard you scared, bitch, don't be afraid
Suburban boy, does you got a maid?
Want her to come kick my ass by the lake?
One day I'll be up on a stage with Drake
At the end of your bed while you sleep, I'm a rake
All these bitches is cappin', no cake
When I win this beef, you's gon' get baked
Bitch, welcome to the album, I ain't stoppin' now
All these people talkin', let me stomp 'em out
I'm a supervillain, let me kill 'em, let me kill 'em, man
I'm a supervillain, let me kill 'em, let me kill 'em, man
It's R.J., yeah, the G.O.A.T. of the illest game
It's R.J., yeah, the winner of the realest game
It's R.J., and yeah, boy, he's felt the pain
I went down the hyperpop route, got on the wrong train
Boyo, you don't know what you talkin' 'bout
When we pull up your body it got white chalk around
I don't really give a fuck about who talking now
RJLDiablo, I met with your bitch and now we mawlin' now, uh
I'm on some sick shit, she on the pricks' dicks
I just hit a lick, shit, around these parts you can't pick shit
You say you out in Cuba, bitch, stop jokin' 'round
My 'ducer in New Hampshire
We both gon' find you, so you's chokin' now
Your eyes we gon' pole out now
You're in the ends, get the fuck out now, bitch
Welcome to $PACE, welcome to $PACE
Welcome to $PACE, muh'fucker (Yeah, ayy)
Welcome to $PACE, welcome to $PACE
Welcome to $PACE, muh'fucker (So, woah)
And I got Cody on my side, you wan' commit that suicide
And I got Sunlight on my side, all these bitches finna die
And I got Ray J on my side, what you gonna say tonight?
And I got KSI on my side, I ain't ever gon' die
I'm immortal
You gotta talk that shit if you wanna make it now
You gotta talk that shit if you wanna make it now
I gotta talk my shit just to prove my a point
You gotta talk your shit just to prove a point
[Outro]
NEURO$PACE, a collision of sounds
Created from pure imagination
If you're found out there, there's no saving you
It's made for you