[Skit]

[Verse 1]
N***as started talking like they own the crown
They  getting gassed, they start to joke around
They  known to clown on the internet when they smoke the loud
They fix their lips when they sober now
That bass in your voice you gon' have to tone it down
Brainstorming  on drugs is what probably cloud they judgement
I  shoot a blank and I laugh at how they gon' try to duck it
I made you look my n***a, aye
Who  gettin' all the buckets?
I end you all in public, don't ever fuck with
Y'all n***as know the truth, yeah
Fuck all that tweetin', I'm in the vocal booth
That's  the notion I'm open to
Way too many quotables
How old are you man? Real threats ain't downloadable
Standing next to me! You're not the best, you're the closest to him
Man, I ain't get the message, you ain't address it right
You gon' have to send it twice
Potchefstroom papi, I gave her pipe and the best advice
So far ahead of my time, this like my second life
You bitches guessed it right

[Skit]