[Verse 1:]
I murder whatever, I put my effort into
Nigga, fuck your lecture, proof, and conjecture
The truth is that I "Dexter" the booth
You sorta roar and I bellow
Off a Zanny, I'm high as the shorter version of "Hello"
I was locked up in that D.O.C, depressed as fuck and indigent
Writing sentences kept my mind off of my sentencing
G-Note was my celly, spent like half a year, was scheming and plotting
Now we running the 603, and letting up on 'em ain't even an option
Boy, we hustle, while they sleep on me I stay awake
Swear to my creator, rather take a L than take a break
Tryna make this cake and get my people out the ghetto
Like my name was Steve McQueen and it's "The Great Escape"
Haters take the bait, I'ma keep it real (reel), that's the fucking protocol
City on my shoulders like the straps on fucking overalls
You said what you was spitting would be Nasa's demise
But that lie detector test determined that was lie nigga
[Pre-Hook:]
Work like recording my job!
These cats be corny, my god!
I ain't no killer but don't push my bitch
Cuz shorty might try!
[Hook:]
(If) It's not me then it ain't no heat
Just watch nigga, they gon' see that it's okay
Everybody hate on me
But you know I keep the thang on me so it's okay
Flow petro, broke, but I'm blessed though
Grind Mode: ON, won't let my mind rest, no
Cats say they on top, but I'm next though
Ya'll niggas ain't on shit cuz I said so
[Verse 2:]
I'm the realest muthafucka that I ever met
My clique would agree if you were to ask 'em what they think
I keep a real small circle bitch, that's a bracelet
Our relationships is strong as the fucking chain links!
It's been fam 1st since Amherst
I planned 1st, that plan worked, my damn verse need pampers, shit
I got these haters staring now like, "what's he into?"
Cuz the, bud I'm, rollin, lookin, like the, hair on, Chucky, Finster!
I'm broke as fuck, so my feature price is going up!
Your verse vs mine'll die, my hooks could fucking tow a truck!
Not like we competing but if we was I would surely win
Rap is full of bitch ass metrosexual girly men
Fuck that gotta do with me though? To each his own
To me image ain't that important, I'm winning tattered Jordans
I'm king of the ratchets, limited cash so my fashion's hand me down
Nigga my stacks is slim as the slacks on the ass of Danny Brown