Hold on, let me grab Mic a minute I heard my family out there got offended.

Whether I do right or wrong at the end of my song my intentions get misrepresented

I stay on the low and on my grind

I don't make quick friends that takes some time

If you start acting funny and boy it ain't bout no money I'll cut you off and treat you as if we had a Apartheid

Cause none of you **** know my dark side

If even if you did you wouldn't even try

But that's a different story, a different track, you can hear later on when I pull from my Archive

I play the cards that I'm dealt right

I'll turn them into chess pieces by the next night

Make one phone call, pack my bags in the hall, and hit the airport to catch a flight.

"Do he take care of my on (Fa shitsho)

Do he check a **** when they get wrong (Fa shitsho)

Don't he keep it 100 with a **** til he decides that he really wanna change up his tone(Fashitsho)"

I want to thank yall in advance for understanding.

For lettin a **** like me share my mentalnastics

You got some rap **** out there shaming the craft hip hop and that shit tragic.

That's why I'm grateful for my bro Mack who put back in the game and set me on track.

I represent Thump ENT brand, bringing substance back to the hip-hop code again.

**** thought we washed up

You don't know bout this music that comes from the Lion's gut.

Some of y'all wouldn't recognize King's language even if they poured it yo Sippy Cup.

So keep writing your rhymes on the children's table, and a moment of silence for your record label, don't bring weak shit to our league we make your bars bleed and we gon use as booty paper.

"Do he take care of my on (Fa shitsho)

Do he check a **** when they get wrong (Fa shitsho)

Don't he keep it 100 with a **** til he decides that he really wanna change up his tone (Fashitsho)"