[Verse 1]

Step the fuck back, or get hit with this fire

I make it hard to be driven like whips with slit tires

Inside of my dome, got visions of an empire

Got imposters, fallin off like a cliff diver

My set's liver than you bench riders

Lines I wrote, got em slippin'

Might explode like a trip wire

Give a clear difference from a bitch liar

The illest writer with a swisher and a Bic lighter

I stay posted in camouflage

Cannonball off a cliff, talking shit sayin' this ain't the anthem God

Single-handedly dismantle squads, too advanced for yall

You couldn't even get a bitch to take her sandals off

For my homies movin' product bagged in plastic

Who do the knowledge, use logic and mathematics

Boost the profit, trap P's like an acrobatic

Ask jeeves where we at G, exactly where this cash be

[Chorus]

It's the professional, smoke hella loud

Never drop dough on any ho, that's been around

Bout to detonate so I meditate with medical

You a featherweight on records I demonstrate, check it out

It's the professional, smoke hella loud

Never drop dough on any ho, that's been around

Bout to detonate so I meditate with medical

You a featherweight on records I demonstrate, check it out

[Verse 2]

Cuban Link chain hangin', gold jewelry drippin

Budda be twisted, usually in the mood to be lifted

Movie visions of jacuzzi sittin' wit' a couple groupie bitches

Who be slurpin' something wit no smoothie in it

Truly driven in a hooptie missin' tail lights

With the windows tinted, seems like we hiding an Uzi in it

Continue to give you the shit to break your neck to

Rip through any bitch crew if they spit too disrespectful

Authentic, open my mind with split cigar sessions

Smoke around more than broken down car engines

Y'all generic rappers is not legends

Probably why your bitch was on the pipe like bong resin

She resembled a dog fetchin' a bone

But that's just as likely as pawns getting the throne

Next to explode like bomb threats with evidence shown

Yall better hope that the God's presence is known

[Chorus]

It's the professional, smoke hella loud

Never drop dough on any ho, that's been around

Bout to detonate so I meditate with medical

You a featherweight on records I demonstrate, check it out

It's the professional, smoke hella loud

Never drop dough on any ho, that's been around

Bout to detonate so I meditate with medical

You a featherweight on records I demonstrate, check it out

[Verse 3]

Burn this medication, murder premeditated

Divine wisdom learned through perfected patience

So I ain't concerned, with bread I'm making

Just a verse, put a sucka's head to the pavement

If I touch the lead, another dead

Verbally demonstrated

Perform third degree burns with words to these herbs of my generation

I'ma catapult careers into black holes

Fade ya til my cash flow major

In a battle, its far from a hassle to decapitate ya

Straight fire, like lemon haze wrapped up in tabacco papers

Every line that I write, is a teeth breaker

Wit ease 16's decease cliques, cremators

Leave your self esteem thinner than weed vapors

Pennin' heat wit' a killer's instinct, opposite of peace makers

Motherfucker