Now we can talk some shit

Two 16 Cp, diggin' the scene where the gays'll be

Face a king

He may think it's Maybelline when I bat my almond eyes

If I say Great to meet

Then we take all the time

And sweet thang taste the heat

Then we gon' caramelize

In that suite, all will rise

I don't mean law abide

I ain't gon' fall in line til I take my coffin ride

I know the strong don't survive

Cuz when I play back their words

It's sum'n like Poltergeist

And ain't no cash I earn

Can buy my bonus life

So that's adjourned

Fuck the frail shit

Young **** feel like Kiss

Why is prezident as hard as it gets?

Cuz i'm softer than y'all and it hit

I'm like Baldwin with all of the fits

Young Cornel when i lack a lining

Givin' em Hell, we ain't pacifying

Wishin y'all well, y'all lack alignment

**** we

**** we tried it

Get up off them goddamn diamonds

This ain't a robbery

i'm sayin' you ain't sayin' not a thing

This Black-Jew Power

With these gems for the gang, though

We keep friends on the payroll

You depend on the fakes though, whoa

Who y'all think y'all fuckin' with?

We ain't knew to none of this

I move with my brothers, got em covered

Keep that other shit

How they givin out flowers

while saltin the Earth? Driftin off

in these verses for weeks at a time.

Throw a beat on and rhyme til I'm

caught in the surf, coughin up dirt.

Lower fees with the tide but they're

callin it worth. Like gossip in church:

they're fiendin for drama, and causin it first.

I'm locked into work

while they've got two feet on the line

just to launch into worse.

Why they in it for the disses? If I wanted to be famous, I could get it by dismissin

anyone that did me favors or commissioned me for business, but that isn't what I'm

aimin for. My name is more than Twitter mentions, dig it? It's an imprint in the city that I'd visit

cuz I couldn't build where I'm from.

Therapy was steel in the drum,

before I started wielding the rum

like a drill in the field or a mill in the club.

Eye of the storm winced. Short sprints

ripppin through the losses. Lit into the bosses.

Haters bitin til their jaws chip. long stints

listenin to talkin, fittin it for coffins.

Might not be a next year. I don't bet scared.

I can hear the debt clear in your dead air.

Show me my respect here, no pretend glare.

If you feel the end's near, keep it ten squared.

That chip on my shoulder what they're tryna tip off.

Crosshair to crossroads I don't wanna miss y'all.

Dripped in a drought and got fat in a famine.

Liftin their sound bout as fast as their fashion.

Move like a pool shark. Too sharp

Seven-twenty jam in the loop jaw. Boo yah.

So if you're viral, we're a flu shot. Dudes locked

in for a few landeded smoother than doo-wop.