[Verse 1: JOHN.average]

This is that corner store rhetoric, ever since round eleven

I knew that my verbal eloquence superseded most veterans

In the A, where the gulliest of the players play

This is Ace of Spades, I'm turning heads in a major way

So I guess it's safe to say, not only is the trap back

Word to Gucci, them backpackers dun saved the day

But it's whatever, won't catch me waiting for accolades

Tracks still bumping like "Nigga where is yo aftershave?"

Born in that Stumptown, throw it up for Slumville

Snellvegas, leave craters when tokin guns still

Rev Run ill, still nappy headed as ever

And as clever as Fran Drescher, sonning niggas forever

And he would never, halt like a freight train

Got the bark of a Great Dane and the bite..of an AK

I spit that wonder rhyme, influences under I'm

Tightening my loose ends like fat girls in the summertime

Ready to blow like I'm under mines, yet they undermine my thunder-chime

Quote me, better yet underline

My title, you could never rival in the New.South

I'm boutta purchase a bible and preach to dudes bout

How you really shouldn't act tough if you ain't

From The'Ville but my Heads still buck for the bank

Got enough in the tank to fuel my ambition

While the competition got no drive like broken transmission

Hol up, transition

They banging, we pitching

Satchel Paige when I black ball them frauds tryna gain entrance

Into my circle of winners, Smoking on Cali splinters

Kept a nigga warm through them relentless Georgia Decembers

Working no days off, till they put the crown on him

Make sure my fam eating good like going down on Kim

Don't that sound like him? The blind prophet

A dream chaser just tryna make a living off it

And I promise...

I'll always rep for the ordinary Samaritan

Laugh at me, I ain't carin man I'm just hoping they hear it damn

I'm unsung, mentality of a cold gun

Spitting round at the industry then I smoke one

My flow B.I.G, Heart Pac, Soul Pun

I seen the future, been running with it since 01

I dropped Snacks and they ate up now you mad

But it's sad, In the process lost everything I had

My girl, my sanity, a relationship with my Dad

And you've still got the nerve to try and charge to collab?

Fake stars but they gassed up, off that premium

My shit leave nigga's breathless like Asthma

I ain't mad bruh

One time for my niggas, One time for The'Ville

One time for the doubters who didn't think this was real

One time for the broads that sweat me for my appeal

And let one more fly for this 58 that I killed

Be Chill~

[Outro]

Yeah, I told em be chill

It's Doobie Snacks right?

The Corner Store

And once more, It's food for thought right?