[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, I can do in days what may take them years
I done parted ways with those who move in fear
Hard to go astray when the vision's clear
Low-key they might have to throw parades when I'm no longer here
This for the gangsters and the hustlers and the block bleeders
Ain't got a bar for a mark unless it's Noxzema
If they ain't tweakin' when you speakin', you cannot feature
Push a Hyundai Accent like I can't afford a drop Bimmer
Why? 'Cause it ain't about the car, it's 'bout the confidence
All my consonants are consequently due to confidence in
Elohim, though the metal bring me a peace of mind
We survived places that demonize feeble minds for what should be legalized
I'm, heh, just sayin', dawg, that's big ol' facts
Be wary of the trap with cheese, 'cause there's big old rats
Ay, look, low-key you could touch more cheese than a grater
Have some paper, but if you're known for hoin' your partners, you still big ol' trash
The real gon' understand, I pray the fake gon' listen
If you the fraud on your squad, you still can change positions
Before I had a pot to piss in or this diction
I envisioned every piece of fruit I brought into fruition, ugh
If you hatin', dawg, you trippin'
Garnered recognition with my missus, word to Jigga
I swear they'll have my art in exhibitions in a minute
Not just a rapper to these rappers, I swear, I'm they father figure
I'm gone
Look, I can do in days what may take them years
I done parted ways with those who move in fear
Hard to go astray when the vision's clear
Low-key they might have to throw parades when I'm no longer here
This for the gangsters and the hustlers and the block bleeders
Ain't got a bar for a mark unless it's Noxzema
If they ain't tweakin' when you speakin', you cannot feature
Push a Hyundai Accent like I can't afford a drop Bimmer
Why? 'Cause it ain't about the car, it's 'bout the confidence
All my consonants are consequently due to confidence in
Elohim, though the metal bring me a peace of mind
We survived places that demonize feeble minds for what should be legalized
I'm, heh, just sayin', dawg, that's big ol' facts
Be wary of the trap with cheese, 'cause there's big old rats
Ay, look, low-key you could touch more cheese than a grater
Have some paper, but if you're known for hoin' your partners, you still big ol' trash
The real gon' understand, I pray the fake gon' listen
If you the fraud on your squad, you still can change positions
Before I had a pot to piss in or this diction
I envisioned every piece of fruit I brought into fruition, ugh
If you hatin', dawg, you trippin'
Garnered recognition with my missus, word to Jigga
I swear they'll have my art in exhibitions in a minute
Not just a rapper to these rappers, I swear, I'm they father figure
I'm gone
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