Released on November 22, 2018

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[Verse 1: Lil Keith]

Barely enough government cheese, left to feed the rats

New York City filled with nothing but stressed cats

Some fat balding man had the clever insight

And fuck all that cryin' all night

22 two time felon, still pack heat

Plus its like every mother fucker that I meet

I'm the hottest like Asia jumping in with you in a bubble bath

And it's been a windin road like a bike path

Your shit suddenly drop and like Wall Street stop

Hit the turf and block off that fuckin T-top

Empty shells and crack slabs on concrete roads

Til a moment ago when the air explodes

The chase is on, they're on my tail

It's a trip it seems like we're all in jail

That's just it, it's an act but don't confuse that

And you say I'm a backpack, cause I don't have a gat

Contact and in fact, the style, it gets harder

I eat and shit too, but I'm much darker

Studied scriptures and even skimmed through Allah's doctrine

They cry out for the indignity of children

How I'm 'sposed to blow up, when independent labels front

Hand me a light so I can spark up the blunt

You do the crime, do the time, you invented the game

My chains, my things, no we not the same

Nigga I ain't stupid, you did that shit

You niggas basic, I'm nothing to play wit

Cause i'm fucking Cosmic

No i'm not i'm fucking Interstellar

People saying i'm cheating they trynna tell her

Showin niggas shit that they never seen, like a show and teller

That's dead ass, I got the streets in the smash

Earthquakes, hurricanes, floods is all the news flash


[Hook]

I killed that bitch Jokes in the grave thats a felony

I'm close to friends but closer to enemies

None of these fucking haters have a friend in me

I'm so good at these rap game, yeah I got competency


[Verse 2: Lil Keith]

Are your tales of reality worth their sonic laced discussions?

Three, four parkin in the lot playin dozens

With these rhymes yo I just can't compromise

While the reaper got your shirt size, hell yeah i'm surprised

But nowadays you can't put it past 'em

What's gonna keep me from being them?

Through all the excitement, federal indictment

The likes of us, the unseen element

Biting my style, you know the original rudeboy is me

Jamal and Malik is Illegal and the Kid Capri

Goin looney screamin' I got 5 on it

We all got chips who you fuckin wit?

Now you say that I am the shit

Seems like you SWITCHING SIDES

Old soul with the seventy spikes, heavy on ice

I'd rather be iceless than to get played twice

So now it's the Elo on the war path

It's funny how Extreme Shade disses me but he can't rap

Times get tough at the grind, but most of the time you win

Somebody let the pistol blow like the west wind

Gimme Ferrari's with a Barbie holdin the wheel

Got the iced out platinum rings that you wanna steal

I can't depend on a record deal, for a mill

And if it's them beats that'll make you ill

You may go do some stupid shit like fucking Charlie Chill

That's what your back told me as you walked right by

And everybody who know us, we gettin' outta space high

A large frie and your cash in the register

Appointed time, he kept coming' after me like a creditor

And if you fuck with me bad i'll bust your brain

At times I sat back to think about this shit again

Def with a mascot of radical mass

Like the Undertaker i'm an American Bad Ass