[Verse]
I'm Mr. Magic with the automatic
Ya money talks, I'm Franklin Hatchett for the fuckin' package
So peep the tactics, man, these rappers classless
I'm droppin' classics on these n***as, feelin' diplomatic
You fuckers act like actress
Follow the passage through the Lukah madness
I blaze the cactus, you can't hit this 'cause n***as matchless
Had some n***as surround your crib, I call that panoramic
Me and baby fuck up the mattress, she do acrobatics
I hit the doja then I bend her over
Disrespectful, I used to stroke her on her momma' sofa
Made man persona, fuck with me, ya meet a coma
And bеnd your corner with some n***as who ain't get diplomas
Supеr bad like Jonah, can you smell the kush aroma?
And fuck, a holsters in my pants, I do it for the culture
N***a, we vultures
We mob tie, Whitey Bulger
I'm half God and half soldier, I guess I'm bipolar
Feel me, bruh
I blaze the herbal that heals the eternal
It's Big Lukah, the colonel, you ain't woke, I'm in my circle
And before rappin' with me, G, you need a referral
Heard them boys sent out a warrant 'cause what's in my journal
I need it all, fuck the critic, this shit is prophetic
Why can't you get it? Thoroughs embedded in my genetics
N***as pathetic, fuck 'em all, I ain't apologetic
They want the raw with no real, these n***as synthetic
Yeah, n***a, so peep my mischief
Brothers relentless
We want the riches, need the bag and diamonds for my misses
Feel the tension that I'm presentin' in these fuckin' writtens
And you can't stand the fuckin' heat then get up out my kitchen
N***a