[Verse 1: NEZZY]
Yeah, fuck a, fuck a, fuck a one man army
I’m a one man marine corps
Going up, something like Lamborghini doors
I’ve been learning hands on
You ain’t never leave the porch
I won’t stop stop till the garage got heated floors
I make songs that
Don’t even fucking need a chorus
She say she like the way
That i play with metaphors
Feel like ive seen this before
Must be deja vu
Everything that i spoke into existence
It all came true
Pause, resume
I had a fire undеr my ass
A year later & the flamе grew
Funny how the loudest boos always
Come from the cheapest seats in the venue
Your priorities need attended to
Got so many options
I don’t know which one to chose
I don’t miss when i shoot
Infamous platoon
I don’t just rap
I made this instrumental too
I’m on my russ shit
Anything intangible im know to fucking touch it
Don’t mention my name
If you ain’t discussing the goat
Clearing obstacles like
The phlegm in my throat (ahem)
For every dark place that you in
A brighter setting awaits
Even lucifer possess divine traits
Fuck real estate, i got
Intellectual property
Couldn’t slow me down
Even with an opportunity to stop me