My shit nice like blunts on a long day, my crew tight like links on a long chain

My shit nice like blunts on a long day, my crew tight like links on a long chain

Y'all was holding animosity towards my little posse, now you looking for some reciprocity, huh

Too late for shaking hands, delayed apologies, kids wanna verse but don't deserve what I got to bring

It don't bother me, it's just facts, honestly it's rare I even bust back

Cause if I name you on a track it's only gonna help your little stats grow a bit

You ain't earned that, and we both know that I don't owe you shit

A lot of DMs from kids who wanna pretend they skill is close to mine

Before they crack the spine of my catalog I'm on some new shit they can't define

Give em ample time to be themself and still they wanna pantomime

Even in the future I ain't past my prime, crushing egos how I pass the time

I ain't have to rhyme to get em moving, what you doing asinine-don't matter the gimmick

Slick styles I provide prove I can't be mimicked

My shit nice like blunts on a long day, my crew tight like links on a long chain

My shit nice like blunts on a long day, my crew tight like links on a long chain

There's smoke in my iris, owned by my vices, my lows get me high, yeah that's word to my pilot

The world in my sights, white knuckled on the wheel

That ain't enough Worm, tell em how you really feel

I feel like smacking bitch rappers and strangling em with the mic cord

Your bars ain't up to par, your crew's a fucking eyesore

You write for the wrong reasons, could spit the illest sixteen

By only writing four bars then repeating em

Tyson how I'm beating em, Dyson how I'm sweeping em

wake em up and serve em up, Serta how I'm sleeping em

Find a better rapper kid I'm unconvinced

throw shade on my name, when on the flyer you live under it

My shit nice like blunts on a long day, my crew tight like links on a long chain

My shit nice like blunts on a long day, my crew tight like links on a long chain