[Verse 1]

Had a convo with the old man said I missed my calling
But ain't notice how he eased down to lift his wallet
Hear him on the track, get, get retarded
Matter fact, please don't get him started
He from back when you ain't really know rappers
When you thought there wasn't really no actin'
Come through with that shit on my shoes like Bo Jackson
Son where you get them from? Yo, don't ask him!
He's so passed 'em, flow's acid!
So when you try to swallow it, hollow your throat
They go platinum, and those bastards
Tell em eat your heart out while they try to borrow your soul
Way in my brain, no cocaine
I don't wanna, I don't wanna flow insane
Spekt you like the best, why you ain't so vain?
MIAin MIA floatin' paper planes
I'm just grinding working overtime on labor day
Trying not to hear the voice inside the razor blade
Mami spicy with the crawfish etouffee
Their asses jiggle when they cook it up, like Rachel Ray
So when he hit the bullseye, just say touche
Spekt-a-milli-on, I never pay to play, Ay!
Yo, I never pay to play
It's a blessing, true, I guess it's true
It's more actors enwrapped in the camp film festival
And dirty money make a man feel destined to
No nutrition in them damn canned vegetables
Paper's got you stressed? You do the best you do
But never underestimate the man next to you
You give respect, you get respect where respect is due
No exceptions, y'all best just accept the rules
No exceptions, y'all best just accept these truths

[Hook - staHHr]

We the upper echelon
Spit that arma-gged-on
Legacies will carry on
Many came and now they gone
Got you vultures in the scope
Walk the line, don't get too close
Rock 'em like a pinky ring
Fades of blue, aquamarine

[Verse 2]

He don't want the fame, why that chick still asking for me?
I didn't hit it, she just smashed the homie
Spekt piss on your grave while your casket's closing
And stay low with the middle with the matching ponies
One line of mine you catch a massive nosebleed
When he creep in snow, speaking, the complexion Obi
Came for the crown but took the cash and trophies
Made a mess of these rappers like the Mac-a-Loadie
Still left you curled up like a macaroni
I'm born in philly, used to beef like italian hoagies
Skrill up '76 like Andrew Toney
And you ain't gotta ask fam, that's classic Brodie
93, twistin' phillies with a glass of OE
Pussy, I don't bother, you could pass for both pee
It's how you sweet, surrounded by those sheep
Dudes prolly down low, me, I'm just low-key
Above the graveyard, under the radar
And they mad cause what they hearing is so deep
I ain't here to save y'all, I'm here to blaze y'all
Yeah, you hear me spazin' on Kno beats
You like rapid fire, fire arms and po-lice
Still, still plashing the co-ffee
See Spekt - he laugh but he don't think
When he fathered the style, my baby mother owe me

[Hook - staHHr]

We the upper leg-e-nd
Spit that arma-gged-on
Legacies will carry on
Many came and now they gone
Got you vultures in the scope
Walk the line, don't get too close
Rock 'em like a pinky ring
Fades of blue, aquamarine