I don’t expect peasants to recognize greatness
You use to weirdos, future zeros
Where I’m from, make it out, you a superhero
I’m dropping shyt like the Irishman, new and improve Deniro
Me n my baby ‘gainst this crooked world
Gotta 2-cube her earlobes
One of the billion with this feeling,
Right product’ll move the zeros
Run in the building, weapon move then, uh
arms out like a scarecrow
U simple rappers can’t never face Gawd, I got that je ne sais quoi
I hit the interstate hard, hop in the Benz n say ahh
You caught one them bodies huh? Forensics say nahh
What would u do when fickle nikkas break fly, dipped on the game and say bye
Hangover hounding me from last nights glory
I’m in new machinery, sporty, getting smacked like Kourtney
Make sure I’m careful, I don’t need new copper flash lights on me
Been here before, feel like my past life haunts me
Dog I’ve been itched, snatched Georgie
A sprinter van hash orgy
Miracle man, strapped shorty
Too many slabs of currency, smuggle the bands back for me
Them traffic extra curricular’s fog the windows
Come to morning, paper cuts, Blue C-notes do a crescendo
I warn consumers from intro, my shooters shoot off the mental
Ain’t not maybes or missteps
If I crossed a line then I meant to
nikka, moving on your boy’s a unicorn, beyond a human strong
Grey-coup-poupon
20 plus yrs fukked it I pooped so long
4-30, The Truth was born in Trooper form
Gone soon’s recruitment’s on
I heard your recordings, wish I could roof your songs
I’m buggin or this new generations is misdirected
Break em all apart then wipe my style down with the disinfected
Auto on, I’m hip protected
Hit man in a flippin’ necklace
For the record this decrepit
Offsprings been sshhit infested
Ain’t the gossip column or the type-type, who even cares
nikka I been sick
I do these mics like Rudy Gobert
My studio sessions turn to Fright Nights, Goonies appear
I’m right back on the pedal, OG white Nike’s
bytch listen hear
Them people pitching you hope, I never been opened to listening
The king of minding my business, the GOAT with this social distancing
Rookies ain’t built to go rounds, cocky with no conditioning
bytching, your vocal pitching, ghostwriters, the flow suspicious
Run up on & bust a move, barrel spinning like New Edition
Hit districts religiously, diamond dot on my crucifixes
Banks!
