The Program

Born upto no good, raised not to give one (fuck)

Walk like I'm 10 feet, talk like I'm next up

Live by my own rules, not with the program

Step in my own shoes, bitch im my own man

Fuck who you follow when this isn't IG, my G

I ain't tryna be nobody cause nobody like me

Fuck who you model when the image I see

Why you wanna be somebody that you isn't my G?

It's the dub I, double N-I-E to the fuu

Big B to the bhoze, still to some people it's true

Up on the streets where I move beyond the beats and the tunes

I'm still a motherfucking beast, you couldn't keep in the zoo

I'm authentic and raw, never before

Has there been another me come correct when he step in the door?

Was mentioned with legends, when I was yet to record

Before rap I paid dues you could never afford

My pen a weapon of war, just like a tech or a sword

Step and be second best, exed and left with mess on the floor

I'm in excellent form, they show em on something extra

Cause the way that I'm flexin' made em forget that I'm poor

The boy money like Floyd, still I'm gully and grim

Still hungry to the point my stomach rumbling thin

Still a ugly cunt up under the brim

But when I pull up all the honeys ask me if I just come from the gym

Cause I'm looking like I'm one in a trill

Undiscovered until I shook the city, they recovering still

I stepped in the room and bought through a southerly chill

So cold it made the Arctic have a summerley feel

Oooooohhh weeee, its the B to the H to the O-Z, yeah yeah

Aye i might pull up for three like my options on the wahz are milked

And crash your cipher with some bars to kill

Do em ugly but how i dress

It got them looking like all their garments ill

Fresh to death, sleep in pajamas made of Armani silk

You the one that played with me, see I been feeling Jordan-esque

The one that they been calling next, 84 Jordan Flex

Self-Pacific version of it, more or less, I'm Pero Cameron

Big time bhozy, got a stroke game like morning sex (whooof)

These rappers don't want to trouble me, they ain't dope

They in company of a goat in this country

They used to poke and pick fun of me, dissing hopes to discourage me

But their words ain't really shit if it ain't spoken in currency

I mean, I don't understand what the yarns about

I'm top five, there's nothing even to argue about

The thought of you been a threat to me is what I laugh about

Cause last time we spoke, you had enough love to pass around

Shit, I'll take you out the game like a flagrant foul

Cause you ain't tough enough to fuck with me just playing round

My rap style like Jordan rules, how I lay it down

If Zeek could see the boy bad, I guarantee I make him proud

Yeah, I'm still putting on for the ugxide

Still putting on for 87, 8, Te Kuiti thoroughbred shit

And I ain't never baked

But I be in the kitchen

Whippin' greatness

When I let him hate, yah

Let him put the fuel to the fire

I let it drive me like a Tesla

When I'm screwed for a driver

Any reason to spaz

Don't make me do a MacGyver

And make something out of nothing

Big booze a survivor

I'm really on one

Look at me

Never traveled easy routes

Threw my fucking life away

To try to put some CDs out

Ow cunt, stop changing the fucking channel