Last Resort

Whole roster really RAW, but we not wrestlers.

So I'm Cain Velasquez if you Brock Lesnar.

Told you boys not to play with the flows. It's some hoes in ya house, on the HUE, and that's not Heffner.

Apply pressure, cook ya. No-look, sky hook ya.

Shook ones get sonned, I'm Dev’ Booker.

T-Minus sixteen bars with no hooks, I Heat em right outta Harlem

King amongst rooks how my chess move.

Pectoral flex, never let 'em know my next move.

Put 'em in the mix, no test tubes.

Bet dudes messing with my dawgs get turned into pet food.

We fix issues with vet tools.

It’s cat naps for wack rappers.

Imagine thinking we ain’t got straps as backpackers. Stupid.

Truth is, ain’t too many **** more ruthless.

Meaning y’all convertibles cool but ain’t moving.

No Ttre marks.

Pit stop, boy. You thought you retired Stark?

I got back in the race and raised the higher ba-

Well, I raised the bar higher.

**** claiming king of the jungle, they all lyin'.

Cause I’m still the main attraction.

So tell me how yo life like a movie but you ain’t bout action?

You hang around factions that cap in they raps while you sit there and clap, then complain about passion.

The math ain't mathing. You failed cus you outclassed.

Three stacks on yo head [will] get you OutKast.

I mean cast out. Bricks at ya glass house.

A lotta **** try to test my drive and crash out.

The singing made 'em forget that I’m really like that.

A certified smooth criminal when I Mike Jack.

Mic checks sound better when they deposited. Positively a problem.

You probably gon' need a life hack.

This a cyber attack on any network.

This for the **** who hiding behind gifs on the web.

Cause internet presence mean more than your net worth.

The crown heavy, and now it's making my neck hurt.

You **** fooling ya selves. Really pulling the wool over your own eyes. You stuck in a sweatshirt.

You bout to hurl, the pressure making ya chest hurt.

The hardest pill to swallow is knowing you not an X/perc.

I'm here in case you fall short. That's how a net work.

So catching bodies ain't never really been hard.

Yo' weak spirit never made a lick of sense, so the shots you sent over ain't never really been bars.

In the same space, cause you was never really a star.

I guess the show can’t always go how you plan it.

I sonned **** on the 6th bar, now I'm throwing in astronomy, and I think they finally understanding.

These them rent due flows. Hard times, yeah we been through those.

Back when it was damn near a luxury to get new clothes,

But still had to wait til Christmas for the gym shoes though.

We blessed now cause we didn’t lose hope.

It’s Time, People let the issues go.

I see **** try to go against the grain,

But they ain’t bred for it, that’s why them dudes toast.

My new shit more preservative, but it still jam.

This for the real fans.

When duty calls, I’m out in the field; whoever been doubting the skills

Can see yo' boy on the Kill Cam.

I really mean when I say I’m coming back for everything that I’m owed.

Write my dreams down on paper just to seem 'em unfold.

This from deep in my soul.

And they treating rap like a last resort when really it’s the key to my goals.