I'm robotic, off narcotic, you would vomit if you got it

Over 30 in my pocket, in the bag to mix for profit

You over thirty and you mockin', but the drum roll, it ain't stopping

Listen to the bass hit, while you playin' the songs that barely make it out the basement

But the roof is still the floor until I bust the bars out and break it, while you bob your head, not complacent

Could've been I scholar, but I wasted

But still close to success, yeah I can taste it

Always fuckin' knew I would make it

But if they talkin' shit, I'll make anybody a patient

Make their crib vacant

And if I get asked, I'll fake it

Walk around the place like it ain't shit

Bitch, you need face lift

Deep bars I be sayin'

Lowkey punches, but I ain't playin'

Giving y'all the hunches, like you don't know if you picked up what I'm laying

Bitch I'm esoteric, and you're generic

You aren't ready for war, go back to the barracks

This ain't Life with Derrick

I speak directly, air it, so a little birdie don't gotta tell you, no parrot

You lookin' like Murr the human ferret

I'm the next B Bunny, gimme a carrot

But don't put it on a stick and string, I won't shoot paint-balls, you won't bounce back, no spring

Say you got drip but I take all your rings

Now I'm coming with that fast flow, pack rolled

Even though the track slowed, and that's a denotation

All the bars are racing, best grab for the bracing

Go hard as I can, no pacin test

Fitin' this/fitness gram in the paper press, end it with a taper

Smoke my kush, while you puffin'' vapor

Goofy like you Kramer, and it's a shame your life so empty

But I pull a Bentley, I'm not rehearsing gently

Relentless sentence like I'm Judge Judy

And my dawgs send me nudies of the beauty groupies while they riding tubies in jacuzzis, turning tricks for ruby rupees

Wear this rap shit like tux because it suits me, you a floozy, fuck