[Intro]

Let's go

[Verse]

Yeah, so while the earth still spinnin’ 'round

I be on my twisted metal shit, I'll kill a clown

You can see my fire rounds like cats jumpin’ through blazin' hoola hoops

My mind's a 12-sided pentagon Rubik's Cube

Now who them dudes, neither fears nothing?

The ave is still buzzin' at anyone, who appears blussin'

You get yourself a pierce muffin for assumin' everything is sweet

When you assume you make an ass outta you and me

There's no truer G

Your girl pants half off and they [?]

Ain’t no half-steppin’, she half-assin'

Narcoleptic pacin’ the floor

Ignorin' the beautiful allure of this Kraftmatic

I'ma stash-the-cash addict

Since DaddyO and Wise was talkin' jazz with Stetsasonic

I was steppin’ brolic as hell, my mic had weapons on it

Yo, check the knowledge

That money hittin' direct deposits

Leavin' shells everywhere, we makin' omelets

Still standin' like the pyramid of Giza, I'm a livin' anormaly

Sick, spittin' laryngitis

Buildin' like the Mayans

Bill 'em, I'll supply 'em

Boilin' like Mark Aguirre in dark attire

Your girls' back covered in carpet fiber

Spark your lighters and put it up for a real one

Too fearsome, absolute brilliance, the truth serum

In the booth smearin' blood, if your crew sneerin'

This text for everybody that it contacts, group share 'em

Look, a lot of my dogs is pumpin' bass with they gun on waist

Get outta bullets, spit out and land in the sunken place

Marauder, I just go harder, you wouldn't bust a grape

You rappers are roadkill stuck to an old wheel

Gettin' splattered, decorating a tourists' grille

Constructing bars, I'm the foreman, still

Sayin' grace before the meal, scored wheels

Shady may have kinda peeped my potential

But, now they know it's real

Invite your chick over, feel her velour and chill

Dope since Axel Foley was winnin' game on Bogomil

Focus clappin' phonies, I give you dames the Holyfield

Pandemonium James Toney

I'm sicker than Chappelle drinkin' pure breast milk

Cambodian, get to talkin' that petroleum and get gassed up and done greasy

Coachin' shooters, Mike Dunleavy

Better than most these niggas so you not gon' leave me

Off the list of the greats, don't see my name, I might go Stevie

Blackout, this ain't entertainment, I'm not your TV

Bad connection, hit your FaceTime, you not gon' see me

This thing cocks so easy, this rhyme here was thought so easy

Runyon Ave, we pop so freely

Terracotta Blue on the beat, recognise

My brain relapse around rappers for exercise

I specialize in leaving each production petrified

This is what happens when real niggas are weaponized