“Far from the typical, won’t produce the regular rap fan
Head trauma to drama, big dog gone need a cat scan”
“Tuesday’s full of new albums to feed my trash can”
“I ‘ont even know who’s killing this shyt, split personalities
Mercy on the jersey that build the nerve up to battle me
The smell of burnt rubber and fear on your road to agony”
“Got my magnificent posture from my Mercedes chair”
“nikkas shooting at the kid, watch them miss on a day to day
shyt I’m fly as ever, need my statue at JFK”
“Darts be going over heads still
Slow down my play by play
Sitting on ammunition, really just a grenade away”
“You steal off the table, get eyes black as ya sock bottoms”
“Only helping me out, throwing stones, I’m rock climbing”
“Don’t know what the fukk you put in that pendant?! It’s not diamonds
Frauding fukking up the game, visualizing you drop, dying”
“Somewhere along the way they switched the agenda, who gave the junkies power?
Paper cuts from counting this money, don’t trust the money counter”
“Gotta be the drugs, your favorite celebrity’s cutting powder”
“Popularity’s a skeezer, never gave a fukk about her”
“Being famous ain’t gone Legend you
Ignore the fame they feed you”
“Cross the finish line my muthaphuckn self in this game of features”
“From the slums to the Bahamas, they’ll have to filet migon us”
“Went from running with the Kings to a King, like Isaiah Thomas”
“Really how you throw it down, we all go to the same designers”
“I’m as great as the nikkas you pedestal & yo flows tangled
Lay you out yo winter coat, grown man making snow angels”
“Evil sparkles too, don’t let the giltter & gold
change you
Profit in my best shot, Superstar in my worst angle”