[Hook]

No conscious, so my judgement clouded

Had no gifts, no cash allowance

Young menace in a game too crowded

I'ma make 'em regret that they ever doubted

No conscious, so my judgement clouded

Had no gifts, no cash allowance

Young menace in a game too crowded

I'ma make 'em regret that they ever doubted

[Verse 1]

Feeling like I'm Siri when I let the TEC speak

All these lil' niggas corny, swear that shit my pet peeve

I'm up, 3 in the morning, listening to type beats

Every other rapper boring, they ain't do it like me

I know half of us is nine-to-five, other half might pack a 9

Waiting for my time to shine, survivor's guilt when you survive

Hardest when it’s hardest times, wasn't s'posed to make it past the

Age of twenty-five, now we laughing at them crackers

'Cause my niggas still alive, and know we gon' be alright

In my zone, twilight, know it's always on sight

They say how do you survive weighing one-fifty-five

In the city where the PD wanna see a nigga die

Selling CDs out the mini, kept a semi by his side

'Cause these piggies busting twenty, they don't even think twice

Well, he feeling like he Melly with that murder on his mind

Yellow tape around his body, it's a fucking homicide

Oh my God, swear they didn't get the message

Had some issues with my speech, my development arrested

Know they couldn't stop the kid like defective contraceptives

This is natural selection, lemme offer my perspective, from a menace, uh

Fact is, the Black kids is passing in caskets

From bastards in badges way more than them crackers

So I can't be passive, no, I can't be average

I gotta attack it, the maddest combative

[Hook]

No conscious, so my judgement clouded

Had no gifts, no cash allowance

Young menace in a game too crowded

I'ma make 'em regret that they ever doubted

No conscious, so my judgement clouded

Had no gifts, no cash allowance

Young menace in a game too crowded

I'ma make 'em regret that they ever doubted

[Verse 2]

Back to the verse like I'm back with a curse

And I'm putting every beat in a casket or hearse

Better ask for a nurse when I'm back on my dirt

Watch these rappers get hurt, getting slapped with these words

With my pencil and prose, they gon' die of a stroke

Like I got the death note, I'm way outta control

Made it so simple, DRAPETO kick a flow

Drip never slipping though, getting green like Piccolo

Coming with a arsenal, all my niggas follow code

Like we up in Quantico, know I'm always on the go, vámonos

Menace with a hollow soul, PO staying on patrol

But they never get to see me like the honor roll

Feeling like the honorable, Young Elijah Muhammad

You know my brothers stay guarded, and now I'm ballin' like Harden

The way I rock it, you better proceed with caution

Can't touch me on the bars, I'm never gon' need a spotter

Now they saying I'm the god, they calling me "Jesus", "Father"

When I take it too far, I'm feeling like Jeffrey Dahmer

Dropping bombs like Obama but I'm more like Che Guevara

Killmonger in Wakanda, this is Persia versus Sparta

This is death before dishonor, this is mortal versus prophet

This is martians versus goblins, this that "Put him in a coffin"

This that "Yo, you outta pocket", oh, I'm sorry, I can't stop it

Now these dead presidents the only ones that I acknowledge