Straight out the gate

Burst through this shit like a quarterback

You put in your heart but it came out wack

Perfect timing for a heart attack

Say 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 cost

I'm not the nigga to cross

And if you thought my attitude was icy

My shoulders will never defrost

Most of these niggas is soft

The rest of them niggas is washed

My music outchea killing niggas' dreams

I'm really sorry for your loss

This shit must be Illegal

Cut through the crap with a sword, I don't need eagle vision to see the evil

I keep bouncing back like I'm Beanie Sigel

The bullet missed by a millimetre

My latest mission is to feed the people

I'm paintin' my portraits: brush and easel

This camel just fucked up the eye of the needle

And my shit sound foreign like it run on diesel

I peeped your shit, it was feeble

They say no be beans to bust sixteen but say hi to the weevil

To these baboons, I am Weasel

I've met angels, met demons

Clouds have changed, it's my season

Fuck shit up to completion

Possessive: I am legion

And that's word to y'all heathens

It feels like treason

To be this dope

Your itty bitty lungs don't need this smoke

I reduce your career to a fleeting hope

Mo'fucka, that's a real steep slope

These bars feel like I'm dealing dope

Been strong from the jump like a skipping rope

I make my own bread yeah I knead the dough

Ain't no doors closed when I come through, let the streets know I said

Straight out the gate

Burst through this shit like a quarterback

You put in your heart but it came out wack

Perfect timing for a heart attack

Say 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 numbers

Still gon' be here for a couple summers

I mean more than that

A couple more perhaps

I'm finna prove that I'm more than an up-and-comer

Up and running, twenty eighteen I was under

Made a couple friends but never changed my brothers

Cos the fake ones always go undercover

I'mma keep going at y'all throats till I cop a crib for my mother yeah

O jewa ke eng?

I'm really stressed (so stressed)

It's-Twenty-Nineteen-you'd think niggas would do better

But the fuckery never ends

Not 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 numbers

Most of these niggas just dumb and dumber

What Happened to biggin' up one another?

I might just switch to another genre

But this shit too easy it ain't nothin to it

If we didn't date I prolly dodged a bullet

You say you the best how bout you fuckin prove it?

If you leave it too long you could fucking lose it

I know niggas that blew it

I've got a million reasons

Why the whole country should see this

Most importantly I made this beat then I ripped it in a million pieces

I don't do drugs, don't smoke weed, you wouldn't catch me stoned even if my name was Stephen

I just stay prayed up like a couple deacons

Bitch it's chameleon season