Produced by Classick

Skit [Muhammed Ali talking ]

I’m going hard for the Pie like Stifler

Joker for the two-faced, Poison to the Riddler

Verse 1

I'm just hoping that I be brief, cuz homies gotta eat

I'm Praying that these haters never know me for the beef

I wanna be like Kobe before he leave

Now homies keep on tellin me u gotta be that 'Tony' for the beat

So Even if you don’t get it, chill baby don’t sweat it

A lotta guys kill the vibe but they don't dead it

You drop a hot song, no hype u don't get it

Went from getting slept on best believe ,we goal getters

I did the bid, seen they ass disappear boy

I make a hit, In a flash they appear boy

My only fear is to see me drinking beer

When you see me in a year you will see me in a leer, boy

I'm sounding wishful, its all i got for now

When the lyrics that you fiend about be coming out your lips true

I think its blissful, the smartest one who spits few

Its all up for this cashing, Swear this game will make us rich too

I nearly quit school, Or was it for this misery?

YOU will prolly see me crying me a river like its Missouri

We like a blizzard be, lyrically it's wizardry

And Vis-a-vis these feelings got me killing on deliveries

I am never one to hold a grudge, Critics know we dope, what's up??

Flow is solely opium, got me doping for that stroke of luck

My only flaw is, I am commercially a Local flop

Adapting to the system , 'til I am cool with all these local blogs

[Hook] 2x

Peep the money, the fam (I want it ASAP)

The hunnies, the lames (I want it ASAP)

Cop the jewels and the chains (I want it ASAP)

Respect of the rap game (I want it ASAP)

[Verse 2]

I'm Achebe on these quotes

When writers come at you, they turn around and tell you you’re Flamini for these flows

The labels that we know be all up in our clothes

If this is how we living, You should see us when we blow

Am just modest on this beat, more like Martin on the streets

If the year is '68 , I am at the balcony besieged

See Toasta got this DJ who would listen and then steady yawn

You spit it intellectual they never gonna let you on

But then again, you see the setbacks is limitless

And once you dumb it down, they listen to your lyrics less

And on the up and up, you rapping like you had enough

And suddenly, you getting all the love from your women friends

Message sending, depending on you too

What kinda links you wanna drop, New School?

And Now these Rec Execs do everything to school you

Your music moving numbers in the game , Sudoku

Cleverly you blew , career’s hit the roof

Its getting into your head and now your hopeless in the booth

Look, I am lyrically the truth and being sick is the proof

A lotta rappers out there need to quit to improve

[Hook]

Skit [Muhammed Ali talking ]