[Verse]
Uh, look, you signed with Shady, lucky you, word to Joyner Lucas
Spit is sick as hell, this is sickle cell joined with lupus
Round here these boys is ruthless
Probably steal your granny purse, started out stealing candy first
See niggas lettin' em' can this verse, for what a gram is worth
In the ambulance dispersin', cut you out yo pants and shirt
I'm on that come up and they can't stand the vert
So they try to stop me but none of the answers work
With a random verse I singlehandedly dismantle a band of jerks
Posin' as a tease but they really fraud, scam alert
Thirty-somеthing years on planet Earth
I seen things that'll drive a man bеrserk
Borderline manic, depressive pessimist, weaponless
Strong armin' you for your Lexus and necklaces
Drivin' reckless while checkin' my messages
Unless it's just texts from my exes, like
"Boy, I knew you would make it"
But your lack of belief when I rapped in that stu' in the basement proved it was basic
This year I hit the ground runnin' with shoes to the pavement
Never had a pot to piss in and plus my pops was missin'
But it made me who I am, I never swap with the opposition
Jot to the top position, won't stop 'til you stop and listen
Until my name is on that same list that 2Pac is mentioned
My nigga done pin his power, fuck working for ten a hour
Being the minion to some coward
My opinion may seem sour, but it ain't shit sweet
I'm tryna omit them gunshots that I hear outside of the window When my kids sleep, 'fore they put a nigga down six feet
Zombies all around this bitch geek
But I spit with the dope man flip, so we in sync
No Lorenz Tate but I ink well anytime a nigga let pen leak, fuck
Uh, look, you signed with Shady, lucky you, word to Joyner Lucas
Spit is sick as hell, this is sickle cell joined with lupus
Round here these boys is ruthless
Probably steal your granny purse, started out stealing candy first
See niggas lettin' em' can this verse, for what a gram is worth
In the ambulance dispersin', cut you out yo pants and shirt
I'm on that come up and they can't stand the vert
So they try to stop me but none of the answers work
With a random verse I singlehandedly dismantle a band of jerks
Posin' as a tease but they really fraud, scam alert
Thirty-somеthing years on planet Earth
I seen things that'll drive a man bеrserk
Borderline manic, depressive pessimist, weaponless
Strong armin' you for your Lexus and necklaces
Drivin' reckless while checkin' my messages
Unless it's just texts from my exes, like
"Boy, I knew you would make it"
But your lack of belief when I rapped in that stu' in the basement proved it was basic
This year I hit the ground runnin' with shoes to the pavement
Never had a pot to piss in and plus my pops was missin'
But it made me who I am, I never swap with the opposition
Jot to the top position, won't stop 'til you stop and listen
Until my name is on that same list that 2Pac is mentioned
My nigga done pin his power, fuck working for ten a hour
Being the minion to some coward
My opinion may seem sour, but it ain't shit sweet
I'm tryna omit them gunshots that I hear outside of the window When my kids sleep, 'fore they put a nigga down six feet
Zombies all around this bitch geek
But I spit with the dope man flip, so we in sync
No Lorenz Tate but I ink well anytime a nigga let pen leak, fuck
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