[Intro]

Dances and the charming stars

But wait a minute, something's wrong

[Verse 1: Pressure]

Caught slipping, got your bitch to leave with me

I was swagging, look I wasn't really kidding

When I said I was the man, now I'mma live up to it

Only way you getting passed is if you stuck in it

Lucky enough I rep my set so don't step to me

Best of luck to all you rappers tryna flex with me

Spit something awkward to embarrass you

I flow like a hooker liquid, was born with skills to spit with

It's in my DNA, my pops is Van Winkle

Truth be told all this rapping shit is simple

Flip some fibs with acronyms 'bout busting clips up out that pistol

All my boys mob deep, no cell - no sickle

Cold blooded, still in line for my number

But buddy I keep on budding every time I drop another

These are stories of am underdog, the tale of a legend

At the tables, fucked around and rolled some sevens (Hey!)

Get the fuck up out my face now

Snap of a finger have your bitch put her face down

Used to be shit, now I'm the shit

Ain't that some shit, I did everything that you didn't (Bitch!)

[Verse 2: Zen]

Used to think I was a square, I'm something like a rectangle

Hear that bro, I ain't a square but an elongated spectacle

Hate to boast but let it go, you kind of clingy, won't let it though

I'm with the crew, a tight knit circle, fuck the hate, let it roll

Let it roll, get it rolling, I'm in the zone and you're just zoning

Zoning out, your mind's imploding, you simmer down while I'm exploding

Exploding now, and now I'm going to the top and you just roaming

With foreign bars, my signal's strong, you got a problem, better phone in

Phony phony, your end is near, put a stop to this like Joseph kony

Put a stop to this, end this ominous rap apocalypse wack ass fucking showing

Since you going to be a square and stay inside that fucking box

I'll just head on to the top, my team has got that spot on lock

Hold it down, music's my home, I'd spray a Glock for my fucking block

BIAS is the rock of the fucking flock, Pressure hits you hard with a super knock

And me, I'm zen - forget me not, ambition I don't lack it

I'm working hard everyday to bring a fucking classic

I got a story I want to share, every word I'll fucking rap it

Phase you out just for fun and see how long you last it

Put you on the outside and watch my team win

Cut you in half and use you as our fucking square brackets

[Verse 3: BIAS Truth]

This a body bag flow for you hoes

Malcolm X and Martin Luther has risen in the cold

Know I had a dream accomplished by any means

Shooting back at the plots and schemes that got me leaned (Uh!)

I spit it from the soul

Knowing that it's for real heavy D would only know

I really dont think ya'll understand the plight

I'm tryna be the best, I can only mirror mike

Grinding (haha) - I never stops

Rolling (naw) - I never knocked

The green keep me happy, love it when i spend it

Prioritize wrong, now I'm back at the beginning - Broke

Tryna make a dollar in the game

Never sell my soul, your pennies dont mean a thang, squares

If I die, Lamar said it the best

F a funeral, make sure you pay our music respect

Kings organized, round table squares don't fit in

Bias point of view, cause pressure once we in our zen

The end's close most fear the end the most

Take a toke, aim high - this be that audio dope

[Outro]

Dances and the charming stars

But wait a minute, something's wrong