[Intro: Jamar Rose]

I gotta have like, one of these songs in here where I'm like, like, lyrical and shit, alright? Niggas just gon' think I'm hyping and just, no bars, you know

[Verse 1: Jamar Rose]

Ever it's really, I run like half of the city

The other half got decimated, they owed me a pity

Don't think you squat clown, cause it really get gritty

When I popping, touch like rib bones, don't get in my vicinity

I'm bushed, moving like a sum weights eight

We run this shit to infinity, and beyond the space

I'm beyond debate, so please chеck what you fishing with

Punching through the moisture, and I still ain't break a swеat

[Verse 2: Yayu]

Uh, my lyrics cryptic like hieroglyphics and ancient texts

Do wish you raise, now I'm title flipping, we play with sets

He speaking fishy, we cash the scene, and we baited breath

He see the fit drip, cataclysm, we guess, breaking necks

Fuck a baddie is easy, bake when I steal a plate

I turned my dreams to reality, I don't feel a weigh

Calorie on my heels, I'm just dashing some, I kill this break

Acting too on the nose with no balance me after seal your fate

Tragic and I didn't feel the way, we don't appeal the same

I make shit to hear your pain, but I don't feel the K

Used to thought of mills away, now do what the deal is say

Don't get the message, let it near as it hearing nade, uh

[Verse 3: Jamar Rose]

I never miss when I'm shooting at a target

I'ma leave his shirt red, like he works at a target

Black filly sticky on my figures like target

Damn, I couldn't think of another flip for target

So tell me what's your logic, you looking like you under pressure

My incredible true story got me feeling better

And everybody got confessions of a dangerous mind

But mine intwine with something that's a little divine

So let me talk about it, it's a mental breakdown

Or maybe it's a fake out, don't ever know what J bound

Copycat artists tryna step, you can traced out

Run in to the back, the bag is what I chase now

[Verse 4: Yayu]

Too much to think, gotta settle shit like it's James Town

Feathers go tip to page, we angelic with writtens, they sound

Dead on arrival, never endeared to writes

Brother got a bad bucket, now I'm think that's on a Bible

Probably back on a wire, new task for the power

New bags for the powder, perfect, call it showder

You nerds back on the couch, you turn squeak as it's tired

Lava in evolve, me deep in the fire

Each feature dumb, BP, we arriving, grip ease with the violence

This tweets should retire, see P's filling blue dreams get me higher than [?]

You pry in the sky, my ma' see through the eyes of disciples

See, the way you rappers live and die, it's a cycle, I'm out in finite