I'm chasin them stabbed S's

Me and progress got back to back addresses

Never second to last destined, gifted cuz Im livin in the present

Y'all some bad guesses when questioned best in session

My bars are straight 7s, the rest can count blessings

Far from a reverend, running far from your heaven

Depending on who and what’s pretending

Can’t claim their own invention, y’all patent pendin

They’re lending an ear, something like Van Gogh

Killing 16’s this year, every line's a candle

Chasing the Dratini, I’m tracing up the meaning

A tray of fucks is leaning on a table worth your seating

And you’re fiending for the feeding, Deep as I Mobb

No need for court proceedings, hi Caylee’s mom

Maybe I’m just dreaming, hello Mr. Cobb

Maybe I’m no longer being, hello Mr. Jobs

I stepped my game upwards, they can’t stand me now

Make their voice pitch upper, talkin’ to these scared clowns

‘Til it’s Chris Tucker plus a cracked out Danny Brown

I suggest they hand me the crown

I cause damage, do they listen?

All lined up due to words like the Dewey system

They do me worse cause I’m newly christened

But the loony difference, I’m not losing prisons

You’re putting out tracks with minimal playback

Silence all you cats like ASAP’s snapback

And to any up next, this your funeral, why?

John Daniel, Roman numeral X-V-I