[Intro]

(snaps)

Lemme  speak to the mic

(background  talking)

(laughs)

Have a conversation

Yeah 

Uh 

Mmmmm

Uh  uh

Yeah, yeah, said...

[Verse]

Fox slick yeah ya'll slippery as fuck

I've seen enough, I'm dipping I know what I want

I  need to cook, I need a minute

Need to work on my feelings

I need to cook, I need a minute

Need to focus on healing

Acknowledge my winnings

I need to stop training my limits

Coz lately tend to judge myself on work that ain't even finished

Bad trait, I got a lot of those

Insomniac, paranoid

I won't make a list but I've been ducking in and out the void

I practice blocking out the noise, ignoring the poking

Less commotion, don't try me when my mind's on focus

Counting my tokens, be quiet, shh, I'm tryna record this

So you can report it and tell these niggas Pyro is flawless

Ironic ain't it coz right now the way I'm spitting, levitating, Eliminating anything that tries to test me or my patience

Try me at your own risk, no, wait, I said it

When I'm in the booth we need six sets of medics

Yeah

Aha

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Said I

Left these niggas talking left em blasting (yeah, yeah)

Now look, all my eggs in baskets

If you fuck around then I might blow a gasket (yeah, yeah)

I'm pulling out a couple sets of caskets

So I did a lil singing? niggas forgot that I mean business

Now all my hard drives are hit lists, I gotta teach it to em listen

As I run through this shit like I'm Floyd in the ring

I should get three just to show them the King

James, damn dunking with ink

Paces ahead coz I know what you think

Wait, nah, dunking with ease

Lately I'm breathing a hundred degrees

Cooking so much I'm forgetting to eat

Boy I am nothing like what you believe

Witness no ashes but still I'm a phoenix

Beast in the morning, a beast in the evening

When I get out I'ma...

Nah nah

Left these niggas talking left em blasting (yeah, yeah)

Now look, all my eggs in baskets

If you fuck around then I might blow a gasket (yeah, yeah)

I'm pulling out a couple sets of caskets

Left these niggas talking left em blasting (yeah, yeah)

Now look, all my eggs in baskets

If you fuck around then I might blow a gasket (yeah, yeah)

I'm pulling out a couple sets of caskets