I ain’t no saint but always practice what I preach

I’m wired to higher powers my pager just beeped

They claiming he pagan I’m just the Sagan OG

When God talk to me I listen, I don’t speak

Don’t believe no gospel that’s coming through gold teeth

They label me a rapper must be cuz I’m so sweet

 That’s a candy bar, I meant to make food for thought cause I got more kids to feed than Angelina Jolie

Oh geez, Shane please dumb it down for these clowns

Nah I’m done fucking round, found the sound

You now messin w electric, so make sure you got a ground

Or before you know it my lyrics be flowin out your mouth

Let me ask the questions, you got reason to doubt

But curiosity kill cats who don’t keep it in house

I’d rather cap a rat I hear no peeps from these mouse

Screaming on the internet still thinking they loud

How come motherfuckers always wanna run they mouth?

How come kings always scared of their own crown?

How come these blood suckers don’t even know how to count?

I need all the credit due, triple check the amount

How come they afraid to stand out from a crowd?

Never that, if I got shit to say you’ll hear it loud

After this shit they gon be stealing the sound

Cause I’m boutta break the rules give a fuck what’s allowed

I give philosophy a whole new velocity

And I love all my bitches with a lil viscosity

God calling me I’ll hit him in 15

Cuz I’m moving to well for him to tell me switch speeds

It’s me motherfucker feeling better than ever

Matter fact I might snap and pull out my Coogi sweater

To weather the weather whether it’s warmer or wetter

And f*ck who you know if you don’t know the mirror better

It’s whatever, I’m still on point Fat Lever

Or SGA, I drop em then hit the J

Crowd pop like a grenade then I wave like Dame

Cause a hand in my face could never fuck with my aim

Aye, I just adjusted my hustle

I’m done being humble but love the subtle

Things they gon say to invalidate me

Like how the fuck did he do it? I’m asking the same thing

How come motherfuckers always wanna run they mouth?

How come kings always scared of their own crown?

How come these blood suckers don’t even know how to count?

I need all the credit due, triple check the amount

How come they afraid to stand out from a crowd?

Never that, if I got shit to say you’ll hear it loud

After this shit they gon be stealing the sound

Cause I’m boutta break the rules give a fuck what’s allowed