Oh yeah

This feel fucken good man

Yeah, ah

Yo know what it is, ah

You feel the bounce like

Aight… Ok, yeah

[Verse 1: Rez Proph]

No caption needed it’s me boy, keep the name in caps

Took a knee, kept the game intact

The flow traction heated

Look at me, cook a flame in fact

Booking fee? That’s a range

On tracks, there’s no gassing needed

My style eco-friendly, yeah I’m all about the green

Wow, please don’t tempt me, go back and read it

I said keep the name in caps

You heard it straight from the game

Infact, the BoJack’s conceited mouth - nigga I’m top five

Judging by what you call dope, I’m not five

Four, three nor two, God I rock live

Me and Duzzie in the whip, and we bumping “I got five… on it”

I’m all sorts of faded

Old sport, but bar for bar with your fav he may just fall short

I golf course the greatest, put a hole in one

Chasin that gravy train till the day that I’m all sauce

Drippin, bang to the boogie

Nah, I don;t hang with the rookie

I just do it, I don’t plan what it should be

I just ran with it, when I heard rap and what it could be

If I did it, yeah, yeah

So, go, go ahead and ride with it, yeah

[Verse 2: Rez Proph]

Yeah

I said go ahead and ride with it

Flow script, throat slit, razor sharp if I spit it

Best kept; trust - now watch these rappers die with it

Close knit; me and my niggas know the thread and thrive with it

Day one, uh

I’m 035’s great one, product of Liquid-K

So the flow he scribes A-1

Slay tons; quite candidly alrighty

Mic handled with the right hand of the Almighty man

Put me amongst the Gods if this body sticks

Feel like I’m Zues’s number two with this Godly shit

And we’ve been probably missed, yet it ain’t even oddly this

That yal call great, i’m All State with a Godly grip

You molly popping rappers, sloppy never bodied shit

I know you know I keep these raps spit n polish spic

The boy cleaning up

Dream enough of being the greatest, that I just had to try my luck

That’s why my touch?

A Midas one, I’m nicknamed Iverson

If the question happens to be “Who raps the liviest, son?”

Ayo , switch aim, switch game flawless

All these niggas and there ain’t a rapper who’d survive this one, bet

Uh, yeah I exist bro

Bare that in mind next time you see a list bro

Ya’ll talkin bars, well what the fuck is this bro?

These timeless jewels make a brother tuck his wrist glow

[Hook]

It’s that roof off the coup for the summer

Spit that “you thought the truth wasn’t under”

Your nose the whole time, the boy pure white

And I ain’t stepped on, just slept on twice

Cause There were sins I wouldn’t do for the numbers

And There was time I couldn’t lose for the come up, yeah

And if the game remembers me as anything

Remember me as the greatest to never do it then

[Verse 3: Rez Proph]

Yeah, same wrong/right sneakers

Earned stripes gained on life’s sleepless nights where I’d turned and toss in the night

Yearning thoughts for the light burned

Of course couldn’t Ike Turner rap and make hits

I just love the pennin but I’m game six with it like every other day

But I can’t quit

Had my first go at a flame script

Did it right, give it like one take, and i was 16 then

Livin like one day I would see cream and

Tour the whole world spittin raps getting money

Walk around this bitch, getting dabbed getting honies

And Temwa used to scoop us elokshini in that Corolla

When Knowledge was the Coke

And Mega was the Cola, shit

I think you caught me in the moment

This for my day ones who support me and they own it

You know what it is

[Hook]

It’s that roof off the coup for the summer

Spit that “you thought the truth wasn’t under”

You nose the whole time, the boys pure white

And I ain’t stepped on or slept on twice

There were sins I wouldn’t do for the numbers

There was a time I couldn’t lose for the come up, yeah

And if the game remembers me as anything

Remember me as the greatest to never do it then