Straight out the gateBurst through this shit like a quarterbackYou put in your heart but it came out wackPerfect timing for a heart attackSay it with your chest (poof!)Wide awake...(No sleep)Still can't put the knife away (yeaj)Get a slice of the cake?Verse 1:This shit must come at a costI'm not the nigga to crossAnd if you thought my attitude was icyMy shoulders will never defrostMost of these niggas is softThe rest of them niggas is washedMy music outchea killing niggas' dreamsI'm really sorry for your lossThis shit must be IllegalCut through the crap with a sword, I don't need eagle vision to see the evilI keep bouncing back like I'm Beanie SigelThe bullet missed by a millimetreMy latest mission is to feed the peopleI'm paintin' my portraits: brush and easelThis camel just fucked up the eye of the needleAnd my shit sound foreign like it run on dieselI peeped your shit, it was feebleThey say no be beans to bust sixteen but say hi to the weevilTo these baboons, I am WeaselI've met angels, met demonsClouds have changed, it's my seasonFuck shit up to completionPossessive: I am legionAnd that's word to y'all heathensIt feels like treasonTo be this dopeYour itty bitty lungs don't need this smokeI reduce your career to a fleeting hopeMo'fucka, that's a real steep slopeThese bars feel like I'm dealing dopeBeen strong from the jump like a skipping ropeI make my own bread yeah I knead the doughAin't no doors closed when I come through, let the streets know I saidStraight out the gateBurst through this shit like a quarterbackYou put in your heart but it came out wackPerfect timing for a heart attackSay it with your chest (poof!)Wide awake...(No sleep)Still can't put the knife away (okay)Get a slice of the cake?Verse 2:Run the numbersStill gon' be here for a couple summersI mean more than thatA couple more perhapsI'm finna prove that I'm more than an up-and-comerUp and running, twenty eighteen I was underMade a couple friends but never changed my brothersCos the fake ones always go undercoverI'mma keep going at y'all throats till I cop a crib for my mother yeahO jewa ke eng?I'm really stressed (so stressed)It's-Twenty-Nineteen-you'd think niggas would do betterBut the fuckery never endsNot used to following trends...But I gats to find the blend...Plus I'm still haunted by my three-year hiatus so I gats to make amends (rewind)Run the numbersMost of these niggas just dumb and dumberWhat Happened to biggin' up one another?I might just switch to another genreBut this shit too easy it ain't nothin to itIf we didn't date I prolly dodged a bulletYou say you the best how bout you fuckin prove it?If you leave it too long you could fucking lose itI know niggas that blew itI've got a million reasonsWhy the whole country should see thisMost importantly I made this beat then I ripped it in a million piecesI don't do drugs, don't smoke weed, you wouldn't catch me stoned even if my name was StephenI just stay prayed up like a couple deaconsBitch it's chameleon season
