Woah, hey

You think you can fuck with me?

It's no games

When I run the beat

My full pace you can't fuckin' see

I always get first place

No matter what the speed

I gotta eat

Rappers with this cutlery

Lyrical custody

Of like all your bars

Cuz when you stuck on my line, man, ya'll always call

I'm evergreen man you'll always fall

Forever me

I was always tall

Leather seats with a gorgeous broad

The mezzanine isn't all I want

2nd floor singing all my songs

My crew at beck and call

Eleven seats in like all my cars

Don't tread on me unless you wanting stars

A puff of weed is how I talk to god

Don't believe disciple until something wrong

I'd egg him on and beat it before this humpty would fall

Got a whole crew around me but they running off scorn

I'm all about serenity

Eventually I won't be the pawn

To get stuck in the mix when a piece would be drawn

I'm tryna draw out the peace but no pieces will drop

Jesus pieces are tattooed like all on their arms

But feasibly their reasoning is that they're screwed from the start

Left in a cycle that would end with the rifle

I'm telling them life full of meaning

But rightful impeding

Their sight full of reaping

The benefits from those who are insightful and leaving

No chance for recovery

This night is deceiving

You're saying love is so brotherly

While you light up the region

Every drug is for the company not the stipend you seeking

So when something's up no loving me my lights become weakened

Woah, hey

You think you can fuck with me?

It's no games

When I run the beat

My full pace you can't fuckin' see

I always get first place

No matter what the speed

Am I something seen?

Or just obscene

I fiend for Munster cheese

That's how the hustlers be

I'm just machine

So please, please don't fuck with me

I'll give you a knuckle sandwich here's my lunch for free

Here we go again

I'm focusing on showmanship

And opening my soul again

But unholy men are tryna control my sin

I told them then

 I need to open it

Succumb to doper pen

Fuck up a doper mix with homies that will always know their shit

But holy shit I need to scold the kid

Cuz even novices

Know I'm what's poppin' with

This new generation of problem kids

I'm generating veneration from seven nations separating myself from those forever hating

Segregated gotta prove myself beyond that fuckin' point I'll make it

So it doesn't matter what's beyond that point I'll take it

But just know I be coming for that top spot

And once I grab it I'll have ya bitch on this hot rod

Perfectly placed but if she's a person who fervently brakes

I'll send her ass to the chop shop

I don't need her no more

I'm where I wanna be

Got beat bouncing like kangaroo

She just a wallaby

She probably want all of me

But Hollywood is calling me

So follow me for godly tweets

I don't even use Twitter

Man I hardly speak

And once I do it makes all y'all think

That everything you ever put out has always been weak

I've always been sleek

I'd shoulder my team

To dodge where the posers would be

I knew this

But it's so hard holding down a fuckin' scene

While I'm picking out the Judas

Floating down the stream

But I made a choice impetuous

I never thought they'd aim at me

When all my homies' shooters

They were all the phony movers

Only tryna prove it

Until police caught a clue

And now exposing is the movement

I wish I'd hold him to it

Those promises accruin'

I was fond of them pursuin'

Till I'm the target they ruined

I'll keep attacking the mic

Till I'm regarded as ruthless

Till I'm exalted as Snoop is

Till I'm as high as the roof is

Till I can sigh when I sign on the dot for my music

I always wanted to sell out shows

Now I see what the colors of a sell out shows

I wish I was rich in the stu and just sell outro's

But I love it for my craft I won't sell out, yo