[Verse 1: DocChakra]

I get kilos lowkey, like i'm brothers with Thor

Speed for the demons, they're feinding for more

Mom raised a legend like...Afeni Shakur

You're struggling for nothing, but brother what for?

Searching for fortune and fashion allure

Just follow your passion and see what's in store

These dames keep on dashing, these rocks in my chain make a fella look flashy

Qb from the borough plus your daughter look nasty

Not rapping too fast, but you still don't catch me

I look at God and see...me

Mirror images, imagine if the mirror had blemishes

Would it disprove him penmanship?

Or would it be a rouse to approve condemning him?

An excuse used by the whose and him and thems

As you peruse through my views and sentiments

I choose hues of reds and blues to get intimate

Cause usually those two get into it

And leave you bruised, so you choose, it's ambivalent