Released on August 2, 2019

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[Skit]


[Verse 1]

Niggas started talking like they own the crown

They  getting gassed, they start to joke around

They  known to clown on the internet when they smoke the loud

They fix their lips when they sober now

That bass in your voice you gon' have to tone it down

Brainstorming  on drugs is what probably cloud they judgement

I  shoot a blank and I laugh at how they gon' try to duck it

I made you look my nigga, aye

Who  gettin' all the buckets?

I end you all in public, don't ever fuck with

Y'all niggas know the truth, yeah

Fuck all that tweetin', I'm in the vocal booth

That's  the notion I'm open to

Way too many quotables

How old are you man? Real threats ain't downloadable

Standing next to me! You're not the best, you're the closest to him

Man, I ain't get the message, you ain't address it right

You gon' have to send it twice

Potchefstroom papi, I gave her pipe and the best advice

So far ahead of my time, this like my second life

You bitches guessed it right


[Skit]


[Verse 2]

Married to this game, this life a bitch and my second wife, yah

The city proud 'cause we reppin' right

Still got the hunger, you niggas done lost the appetite

Legendary status, got bragging rights to the afterlife

Yah, I cut off distractions and made a sacrifice

It's Trilluminati, who gettin' bodied?

Shooters beside me, who want to try it?

All of y'all on my call log can get called out

Playing hard ball with this ball hog, I crossed over

Y'all slipping and nah dawg, that's your fault

See y'all already been forewarned of the onslaught

You soft porn and they encore for this hard core

Scholar of the hardknocks, I tutored all the sophomores

Don't even mention a freshman in the same breath as his excellence when we talking 'bout scoreboards

Dawg!