All I see is blurbs

All I see is words

Nerds, talkin' 'bout what they did, see, or heard

And all I see is clones, see you muthafuckas

With mixtape plans because they seein' how we movin'

And all they say is this

But they ain't sayin' shit

They talk reckless when I do not work for them

They say come harder, come smarter

Which one it is?

Which one you wanna hear, since you such a music whiz?

First thing I learned when I was coming up in age

When they stumble in your space, is to punch 'em in the face

The second thing I learned, I was in the second grade

Sliding onto second base, I can orchestrate this game

The third I heard was, "If it quacks, it's a duck"

The fourth, or course, just be upfront, whatchu want?

The fifth was this, "Keep something crisp on your wrist"

Now we on album six, the top team on your list

Probably grab another hun' though

Industry cutthroat, watch how I'm construct though, uh

Concrete jungle

If rappers were presidents, I would get Trump's vote, uh

Truly, I'm just staying humble

But I can take it back to Nasty if I want to

Some young dumb crazy muthafucka from the hood

Yo what time is it, Hit?

It's yo time, bro

Yeah, you know what?

Yeah, that

And this and that

You know, yeah

Yeah

Don't be scared to execute the vision, lock in

Get back to the art, not the trends, tsk

I mainly invented raps by bangin' on table tops

And takin' on any competition

Listen, they put hammers to your ribs

But I'm Too Legit To Quit

They like Bishop with a blick

They exposin' who a bitch

And I'm like Furious when he took his son to fish

Droppin' knowledge on the kids

Droptop when we slid

Step on lawns, trip on

Dior slides grip on

The handrails

Crib on some acres

Pull off the tails off shrimp, some

Beyond blonde, sip on

Some fine wine

We just some shakers

So when Planet Rock came out the Bronx

I was watching boomboxes

T La Rock never made it rich?

And when I witnessed that the benefits of living good from making hits

I make bread off what I invent

Probably grab another hun' though

Industry cutthroat, watch how I'm construct though, uh

Concrete jungle

If rappers were presidents, I would get Trump's vote, uh

Truly, I'm just staying humble

But I can take it back to Nasty if I want to

Some young dumb crazy muthafucka from the hood