Yo, we letting n***as know what's up when I step inside the cut
Honestly, I'm the shit to keep it lit just like my blunts
Never hesitate
Ask Alice if you don't believe so
See the light through the peephole and burn one for my people
Take flight and drop shit like seagulls
Never driven on the stilo, incognito, leave 'em desaparecidos
Es puras pinches baras
Fuck the cops, free Yarra
I'm that little homie pulling strings like guitarras
I digress cos I don't want to make a mess
Unless emcees come to test and they fail like the rest
Cos I take off like spaceships and fly over the fake shit
I write bars and make hits but nobody appreciates this
It made sense in my head until I wrote it down with lead
And I talk my little shit, and now these rappers want my head
But y'all ain't shit up on the track in fact, you whack ass sound like crap
You need to be intact before you get lyrically smacked
On my Heath Ledger shit, drive the vessel from the backseat
Y'all ain't even on your rolling, y'all chilling up in a taxi
Aim the toys to the toys, you call your boys, not talking Backstreet
My microphone's my weapon, keep harassing those who keep on asking all the wrong questions
The only love you get is up inside your Twitter mentions
Your lyrics are Two dimension
You see me in 3D, clearly with a beanie
I see the blank lines and start filling like graffiti
Underground, down a gritty, y'all faggots trying to be pretty
Honestly you talk about making it, I feel the pity
It's a shame you're from my city, go dump me cos you're not witty
And I'll never give a fuck about the cats who ain't with me
Waiting for the drugs to hit me
Houston we got a problem, call Whitney cos I spit it so motherfucking sickly
Strictly for the hell of it
I stomp through like an elephant
I check my benevolence, relevance to the style that I represent
I'm heaven sent and been dope ever since people started having common sense
Hope that made sense, motherfucker