[Intro]
Yeah
Okay
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Been working since 7 -11 o’clock
Got paid so I count my gwap, hella racks hopin’ the shit won’t stop
Feelin’ lucky, I go might hit the lot always gon piss in the pot cause the cop that got me stuck in a rut gon pay my respect like your two cents for a jukebox
Play my shit loud in ya town when they find who like oouu that boy spit nice on the mic
All in due time as I rhyme, the statistics get checked
This not a full swing when at bat this more like Cole the king when I scream or I rap
It still slaps like taking a whip to back or taking a cold hard smack to the face
No I don’t stop or slow up my pace
I’ma always stay steady on the path of pathogens, I’m back again to snap and win
I wish my next to kin is Mexican, interested
So I’m texting her, texting him as we go through trials and tribulations building up a family gotta lay the foundation first
I’m quenching my thirst wit agua yeah I’m on this shit heavy, my n***a
Still black enough to drive a Chevy, my n***a

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Never stallin’ , I put my all into these bars yeah, bitch
Oh so steady war ready on my Navy Seal shit, bitch

[Verse 2]
Immortalized, ocean plates gon collide
The waters will rise, who’s gonna survive
Immense tidal waves, they got chapters but no title lames, that shit isn’t as liable
Putting faith in the bible, means god over everything
I’m very spring when I watch jerry springer
Everything’s still silent as my phones’ on ringer
Breaking the ice when I don’t got no space, yuh
Issa tight room, where is the ventilation?
Can’t rely cause I have no patience
A boss guy just know I got patiences
KKK’s full of fucken racists, face it
I’m only gon go say this shit once
These faggots are pussies they bleed once a month
I’ve treated you better than dad call me Unc
You’ve put me in last, I’m finna blast when I buss out and laugh cause you showin’ more ass than a hooker
You’re life’s been Jarrett Jack, I’m more Devin Booker
Putting up 24 I slay 70 while the other percent is success
Yes
Tommy, Angelica, Chuckie, Phil, Lil are my babies
You bit my shit now you have gotten rabies
Shit is so crazy, I’ve lost my mind
No magician, steady working on crafts
MC the technician
Ain’t no slowing down when there ain’t no brakes
No I don’t take Z’s and if I did take Z’s
I would still be doing more than you cause I don’t fake dees
Fuck
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Never stallin’ , I put my all into these bars yeah, bitch
Oh so steady war ready on my Navy Seal shit, bitch

[Verse 3]
Over the top like I’m too much to handle
Hold this L how you hold up a sandal with sand
Wasn’t shit, now I’m the man
Got different fans from different stands of the world
Ranging from longitude, latitude
Gave em attitude cause they never showed gratitude
Despite, they getting mad off my disrespect but where’s my respect?
Oh right, they’ve ignored me with neglect
Fuck
They poppin’ pillies, in Philly they pop wheelies, popped a homer cause they watching the Phillies, pop to a show just to go see meek milly
I get silly, where is the putty?
Been drinking too much, liver gets muddy
Ain’t it so funny but life is no comedy
Don’t devalue my commodities cause you live on my mofucken property bitch
I stay trapped in the trap house just so I can map out my plans
A let down could be my biggest catastrophe
A master see my master p is after me chasing me like a police dog called beast
I signed a lease for at least two months
I’m worldwide, check the stats
Getting too big damn am I the galaxy?
Spirit powerful not even satan could challenge he
Trace the semen from Kenan, light beaming on the other side, where I reside
Screaming cause it’s trap rap metal, my anger settles on instrumentals, not accidental
Coincidental just rubble the shuttle, near puddles