Yeah! Okay! Oh we here!

Uh, what type of heat you **** packing?

Don’t come at **** on wax and then act like you always clapping

If it’s rapping then it’s rapping, if it’s problems then there’s action

Hash it out all in person, that other shit's a distraction

If we scrapping then we scrapping: blow for blow like it’s keys of dope

Wouldn’t fuck with me even if you was vein with a needle through

Wouldn’t fuck with me if you had coke and weed elope

And give birth in the clouds to some shit that came down, the seeds are dope

No vernac, and no identity crisis

I’m a world star, like ghetto vines and fight clips

Or twerking videos from the right chicks when the lights hit

Taking heads like I’m ISIS, stay above it like high synths

You dear diary on Twitter ass, bitter ass

Typing characters with no character in your spirit ass

I say my piece on war if it’s on wax

If you with it my hitta then bring it back, bring it back like

Ndirikuonai muchitaura, taura

All-seeing eye God!

Ndichakubatai muchikaura, kaura

All-seeing eye God!

Ndirikuonai muchitaura, taura

All-seeing eye God!

Ndichakubatai muchikaura, kaura

All-seeing eye God!

Look - no sense hiding I keep my eyes peeled

We all got lives ****, we know how the highs feel

You keep gaps in your circle, that’s what the lies fill

Some **** gon’ switch up on you, whenever their lives will

But I ain’t tripping, I stays on my Scottie Pippen

This game is the only bitch to be keeping a **** simping

Whiff a spliff and I’m lifted, I’m letting off like a clip and

I knew you all, from the rip, wouldn’t be enough to be different

Paradigm when I’m shifting, gears and it’s so Corolla

Verses doper than bricks and I flip them like Motorolas

All that and a bag of chips I put on all their shoulders

Weapons over medals, what’s a general to a soldier?

Yeah, what’s a general to a soldier?

You tired veterans even sound like you getting older

We knocked the doors down when we showed up, lock and load up

And shake the place down for the game, like it’s a hold up