From my teeth

To the toes

On my feet

Obsolete

Foes

Get to competing

Who could stop me

Still they wanna copy

The floppy

Disk jockey

Got em froze

Like it’s hockey

The road looking rocky

We depart

From Abu Dhabi

Like proper

Homie

Tommy hil

Is on the body

And that’s on my mommy

Got the mob

We deep

Like nas

In queensbridge

Project building

Killing

These villains

With rhythms

And clean em

Got no sloppy

Shit

The audience

Love opulence

But lacking confidence

I take the popular

And wreck his providence

For-see the consequence

We dominating

Competition

Got em by the

Ovaries

I’m over these

Grovers

In rapper voice

I take a strap

And act as if I’m blastoise

I’m hydro pumping

On your choice

Awards

The noise

I heard

Was quite

Enough

For life

So with this knife

I lift

Or cliff

I’m driving off

I got a motive

The corrosive

Showmanship

That turned the classics

Into old and vintage

Over these

Bitches

I’m holding

A bis-cuit

Skip me

Tryna

Catch me

Slipping

But I got the Kobe’s on

Rest In Peace

To the ones who’ve taught me

How to hold on

Cause it

Used to be

Coupe

Dream

Then I moved

On to

The kick flip

Still tryna

Get that shit

Used to be

On the lines

Now that shit is over

I’m not saying I’m sober

I’m just saying

It was a cold

October

For your man

December

Wasn’t much better

Then I got a plan

Then I caught a knife

In my back again

Then I wondered

How can it get worse

Then it got worse

That type of shit

Put church on my mind

Wondering if I’m cursed

Fuck it

Put a verse online

Nobody can find it

Hope can be

The finest

But it won’t

Get you that time back

Cause it’s over