[Verse 1: Pastor Dave]

I'll run up on any nigga with a pen like sign my check

I know I'm gonna make it one day cause I'm the best

And if I don't I'll run up on you with a gun and vest

Buy anyone else music I'll look at that dumb invest-

Ment, y'all my sons and my next kin

Stevie J is my motherfucking Mexican

Look at the pool of the masses I already jumped in

Almost drowned climbed out and now I'm something

More than amazing

Man these rhymes ain't fucking phasing

Y'all bitches on occasion

Get me mad cause y'all ain't praising

My rhymes and I put in one hundred more times than the sickest language

Come at me and I got way more saints than the Sean Peyton

Ready to get at your head for a bounty man they is racing

To be the first one in a line with no bar spacing

No broads naked, they clothed and I'm in a car casing

The bank for the first time that they parlaying

And I got a jar laying

On the stars, our basement

Cause I'm way higher than you

And Y'all ain't making

The cut, i cut bitch females up

With razor sharp bars

Like 8 blades and sacred blunts

I'm Killing these bars and I ain't making up

Nigga I ain't making up yo

[Verse 2: Pastor Dave]

Y'all is fake enough

And nigga I don't make enough

Cash to not go hard like a crazy slut that I'm waking up

Till the day you hear Pastor Davey's done I'm amazing son

If you a girl and go to Southbridge High you can suck Cacase's nuts

You say I'm whack I'ma ask you what you based it on

Let you speak your mind and smack you till your face is gone

Cause opinions don't effect me

I'm unique like a lefty

Only these sexy habichuelas can erect me

And if I was Monchy this where I'd say that they elect me

If I was Tito I'd say I'm in space on a 10 speed

If I was Uncle Joe drinking bottles till they empty

Scotty Swole ain't raise the bar he bring it where his chest be

Scuba Steve fucking Dominicans really gently

Lil Eddie balling up he's asking who's next b

Orlando got more dough than what your rent be

Dashy Diesel hit you low now you got a bent knee

Gio and Camacho lord knows that you blessed b

Lucas like a free throw no way to contest me

Shout out Rum Runners if there's a day that they arrest me

Then its for killing this beat and I'm no where near empty

[Verse 3: Pastor Dave]

Bars, straight bars nothing else brother

Hear my shit ears perked up like an elfs mother

When she caught him smoking weed on the fucking couch fucker

Man she was pissed and hit him with the belt buckle

Amazingly, if I was taking threes

I'd miss them all but get better each time making pace with these

And when I finally make one it's occasionally

Important, chasing championships my play makes the team

While your best play wouldn't be enough to make the team

I'm on my grind like carne scraping teeth

Y'all some fucking rats nibbling take the cheese

For some short term success snap make ya squeeze

That's make believe

If you can fucking stay with me

On a song lyrically then I'd change my dreams

Song so fucking diverse spraying schemes

All over the leaf and I ain't take a break for sheet

Rhymes so hard that they break the sheet

Y'all some motherfuckers if you mistaking me

For someone who can't rap oh baby please

My shit so rough superman couldn't even save the beat

Bitch ass nigga couldn't even save the beat, bitch