Verse 1

Pardon his introduction but fuck em

At luncheons havin discussions

Bring his lunch in, I’ve written enough lines for me to cut em deep

So pardon

Bogart’n those that are charted

I’m starvin and feelin bothered that you think your diss would function

WE

Far from dysfunctional, Comfortable? Hardly ever

Got em dreadin he’s back I remind em of Marley’s sweaters

Tell ya pops, Im the reason that mommy fed up

The apple hasnt fell far if you think the comp is better

(My God)

How many tracks or classics I gotta pump out

Working sun up to sun down, whoelse I gotta son out?

Won't stop till the doctor dockin at the bay, posted at a podium, sceamin the east has won now

Cause on east boy im the one now

When I sign the X it’ll get dark man you fellas Yuckmouth

Do the history bringin jersey to the industry

Team full of devils more horns than a symphony

Verse 2

And the tunnel vision, leave em blinded to the help

I’m busy findin a mil while Millz is finding himself

Got a common goal, at the oscars yelling vamanos

A bad bitch, whos stomach game is on the honor roll

A new whip wheeling like im shuffling some dominoes

Sick wit it since a snotty nose, I got a flow

That keep bars goin over heads like soccer clothes

They on the wood now imagine when the apollo sold

Or the garden, I bet ya bit would throw her bra

Took her out for sushi, she treat my kids like caviar

Foolish niggas think i made it off a showcase

Hold your horses, I make sure i’m stable when i show face

Tryna be hova back in 08

Never had a smile for colgate

Was known to keep a bird on the arm like Ghostface

This the intro and i got more for ya

Flow will leave em mournin let it dawn on ya