[Hook]

Put on their glasses, look through their vision

Walk in their shoes, feel how they kick it

Taste all their food, yeah that bread's finger lickin'

Gunshots in the alleys, hear it, just listen

Put on their glasses, look through their vision

Walk in their shoes, feel how they kick it

Taste all their food, yeah that bread's finger lickin'

Gunshots in the alleys

[Verse 1]

Take a whiff of their blow, that's the coke that they sniffin'

These are the stats you won't find in the Census

Pour in the poor, not a pinch of the riches

They won't mix the liquids government's sippin'

I'm rapping real gifted like it's spoiled children

Get it? Aye

But I am gifted with wrapping the presents

But I won't give no gifts out to the peasants

My presence is a gift, your presence depressing

While mine is impressive, but I'm not pretentious

I'm in the future, you stuck in the present

I passed you up like you the blunt in a session

I got the sauce, man I think you should catch up

I don't know how you just mustered the feeling that I will just aim at you from the neck up

You sound like you pressed from the pressure

But there's no earthquakes, I'm giving you terror

You shivering just like you got on no shirt or no pants all out in cold weather

Woah, wait, aye

You got a second to get it together

Would you look at that? Now you get the whole setting

All of these niggas be saying my music so blessed, that they think I'm a reverend

Woah

[Hook]

Put on their glasses, look through their vision

Walk in their shoes, feel how they kick it

Taste all their food, yeah that bread's finger lickin'

Gunshots in the alleys, hear it, just listen

Put on their glasses, look through their vision

Walk in their shoes, feel how they kick it

Taste all their food, yeah that bread's finger lickin'

Gunshots in the alleys

[Pre-Verse 2]

That bitch want a piece of me, I said I ain’t no puzzle

She better not fall for me if my dick make her stumble

If niggas try to beef with me I’ll give ‘em the McDouble

I’ll shoot they asses in the head and leave ‘em all with stubbles, aye

That bitch want a piece of me, I said I ain’t no puzzle

She better not fall for me if my dick make her stumble

If niggas try to beef with me I’ll give ‘em the McDouble

I’ll shoot they asses in the head and leave ‘em all with stubbles, aye

[Verse 2]

Popping these niggas like bubbles, aye

Don't take your chance or you will be in trouble

This is not a board game or poker, do not try to hustle me like you is up in the streets on some working them doubles 'cause you on the struggle

But that's not the case, you should mind your own business

Wait

This game is just suiting me, I am tied to it like I just caught feelings

By now, you thought I was finished, that's not what the deal is

Get it? Aye

I said by & deal is

'Cause you always buying whatever it is that you be getting deals in

Yeah, those are synonymous

We do not know you 'cause you are anonymous

Don't play with LF, you are not part of us

You serve no purpose, you is just honorless

[Hook]

Put on their glasses, look through their vision

Walk in their shoes, feel how they kick it

Taste all their food, yeah that bread's finger lickin'

Gunshots in the alleys, hear it, just listen

Put on their glasses, look through their vision

Walk in their shoes, feel how they kick it

Taste all their food, yeah that bread's finger lickin'

Gunshots in the alleys