Ayo Waxo this some of that early, on my way to work freestyle type stuff you know?

5:30 in the morning type lick

Thinking how I'ma get in Wax Dummy a little bit later and drop that heat

Man you know what I don’t know what we gotta do to get in the game

You know just keep working hard, keep making hot tracks

Keep doing what we do ya know

But I’ma take it to ‘em like this, yo-yo

I took a look at ProTools, got some introduction to production to commercialize my vocals

My everyday struggles who I be, busted blue-collar worker turned MC

I see the cats with the throwback oversized caps and the latest footwear laced up tryna match (I see you dog)

But I done got too old for that shit, gotta make a dignified, straight solidified hit with it (Come on with it yo)

And I can get sick with those, cats that toss pens back when they spit they flows (Freestyle cats)

Hot shit flushed on hot wax, add the hot hook hellfire hot-produced track (Woo)

And you can have potential, try to touch credentials of Hook D get diagnosed as mental (For real)

I’m slaying every mic that I touch, gotta prove that I’m worthy ‘cause my time’s almost up

I’ma kill it

Whether ight bars, sixteen, 24s on the whip, grip style kinda mean

I’ma kill it

Whether it be your broad or your boys’, I’ma desecrate them drawers have that chick making noise

I’ma kill it

Pass me a drink with some drip, minus O to the H because I ain’t tryna trip

I’ma kill it

Getcha A&R’s on the phone, I’ma shut the game down, send everybody home

Yo I’m like worth a couple million, at least lyrically

My style richer than the apex of Kennedy

I’m like transmission on a mission

I flow myself to death until there’s red on the engine

And I don’t like to fuss, too many cats eager think my life’s meager steady tryna bust

Bad rappers get nervous in the service I Carnivale MCs put they ass in the circus

With one line rhyme check ya grills, for loose tooth juice and saliva pills

This rapping ain’t no game to me, cats making hits - sound the same to me

Be reusing simple concept scripts the weather, fake hooks will make looks flip lips together

Game’s tainted, rap done went out of control and greenbacks paying out the price for souls

I’ma kill it

Whether eight bars, sixteen, 24s on the whip, grip style kinda mean

I’ma kill it

Whether it be your broad or your boys’, I’ma desecrate them drawers have that chick making noise

I’ma kill it

Pass me a drink with some drip, minus O to the H because I ain’t tryna trip

I’ma kill it

Getcha A&R’s on the phone, I’ma shut the game down, send everybody home

So who the best in this Game? Lotta posers, lotta cats with snow caps from they noses

But I’m just one chip in a cookie, Hook-dig-nious ‘diculous-type rookie

I came to disdain the fame and hit you with some new shit to change the game

And I’m not being cocky, my pull is to winkle out the bull like my name was Rocky

With plenty shows, dough, flows, and clothes, and when I come through straight hide ya hoes (Not your real hoes)

You’re scared that just maybe, I treat her like she never been treated ‘fore and that’s like a lady

I ain't gotta be the dopest, but hope this is focused enough to make somebody quote this

And I’ma be the one that’s sent, you nickel-dime MCS be the ones that spent

I’ma kill it

Whether eight bars, sixteen, 24s on the whip, grip style kinda mean

I’ma kill it

Whether it be your broad or your boys’, I’ma desecrate them drawers have that chick making noise

I’ma kill it

Pass me a drink with some drip, minus O to the H because I ain’t tryna trip

I’ma kill it

Getcha A&R’s on the phone, I’ma shut the game down, send everybody home