[Intro:]

Yo, Yared enuh

Jus a gi unnuh likkle sum fi hol unnuh off til lata yuh zimmie

Work pon a couple projects, pon couple mixtape suh hol da freestyle ya

[Verse:]

Back on my S.S.O.B

Spitting of the top, but the verse ain't free

Flow dope, like I bought it from Pusha T

He's the plug, but I spell with O.G., Bobby Johnson

Boy you Ricky-Bobby, whole squad in Tokyo

F-ing up some commas, call that kamakaze

We Dragon-balling, you fake AF, call you G.T

Say you a savage but go straight to voicemail when it comes to Call of Duty

No sleeping in the streets cause even vegans have to make ends meet

You better be armed or you'll end up 6ft

Cause dem heart stone cold and dem bring the heat

Like me who spit fire; say I'm great, you're preaching to the choir

Team got it in the backpack, wait till the cypher

Where you get those bars from, little homie?

Makaveli, the ghost writer