[Intro]

Uh, yeah

Music park

Let's get it

Yo

[Verse 1]

Stop playin’, y'all know I murder these bars

Lyin' when you stand ’round here, perjury charge

They sleepin' on me, king, don't really care what it's called

When he woke up with the ring, this here a courtesy call

Don't know who got a condom, but this certainly raw

And I ain't got a problem, but I'm certainly yours

See, I ain't perfect, but I am perfectly flawed

And, boy, do I deliver, this a maternity ward

Who next, baby? Either pick the ball or the sword

When your chick international, I just call her abroad

I rap in all capitals, more than half of these rappers do

If you a half-rapper, then you the rapper I’m rappin’ to

Wrappin' you like package, if you ain’t packin' they packin' you

It just so happens you'll be the rapper in happened to

Son, I’m still Park Hill avenue

Whoever stole my pack in '91, I'm still mad at you

[Chorus]

Uh, but am I preaching to the choir?

Then blow a chem cloud like you speaking to the sky

Hold it like a grudge 'til you're bleeding from the eye

Wings up, move forever, I believe that I can fly

[Verse 2]

From the top, my dogs put your dogs underground

Catch a round or catch a stray dog from the pound

If this is Game Of Thrones, I ain't far from the crown

And if this it, a lot of y'all ain't far from a clown

I fall off, it's nothing, I ain't far from the ground

Rappers offer sixteens and that ain't far from the Browns

Then lay your game, your whole squad out of bounds

I'm too dirty to be washed up, but y'all watered down

I don't floss much, no, but I can C-E-O

So I bossed up, ayy, buck fifty is the cost

Cut A1 with the sauce up in beef

Ever since I gave the pork up, let's eat

Put the metal to your teeth

Y'all done forked up, nice, another one to chalk up

New York up, Christ, no, y'all don't want to cross us

Be cautious because this is torture, extort ya

And scorch up a rapper tryna tell me 'get the torch up'

Heh, Meth get ugly, but he gorgeous

And he get to this money, Daddy Warbucks

Tell your smut date over, pull the drawers up

Cigar guts all in the club, pull the squad up

[Chorus]

Uh, but am I preaching to the choir?

Then blow a chem cloud like you speaking to the sky

Hold it like a grudge 'til you're bleeding from the eye

Wings up, move forever, I believe that I can fly