I come through kicking knowledge down

Middle finger out the window, riding around my side of town

The young nigga with the livest sound

You're vibing with the Riot, now

So this about to get violent, now

Don't run from it, you should try it out

Things about to get vibrant, now

I'll give the whole tribe a shout

My quest for self has landed me inside a structured team

It's funny things evolved from some youngins dreams of touching cream

A fucking team of fucking teens with schemes of fucking teens

Now the message is the motive, so I'm tryna preach it publicly

Luckily in company of fuckers who grew up with me

We kept it in the family like cousins in Kentucky's seed

I insist you niggas pay attention

To every syllable I spit like I get paid commission

Like you get paid to listen

Don't be afraid to question everything around you

Seize the night and never take permission

And seldom pray forgiveness

I'm on a sacred mission

Trying to teach you something about self 

And help you attain ascension

Peep through the pupil of your pineal

And gain direction, I came to strengthen

My main intention's a saints redemption

So, check the method that I'm cookin' up

It's fresh and effervescing dichotomy like I shook it up

Been a messenger in the music ever since I took it up

The heaven sent adolescent, ever better than good enough

Welcome to my creation

I pray that your mind is racing cause I move at wild paces

So make way for the greatest, the name takin' sensation

This tape is for my nigga who stayed blazin' Jamaican

Your homies never forgot you, your name stays in our prayers

RIP to the realest

Finger fuck all your feelings

The verse murdering villain is here and making a killin'

Shouts 403, Counterparts and all my other problem children