Grown man, don't need no one to do me favors
Suit yourself, the suit is tailored and the shoes are gator
Cut 'em off and I use a razor
God cut me from a different cloth with, fall apart, use a stapler
Suture stitches on my wounded frame, rejuvenated
We put it all on the line in pursuit of paper
Dark past, but my future's greater
Reaper saying death is promised, acknowledged, I'll hold you to it later
Stealing on 'em like looters, excuse is "who could blame us?"
Even treat 'em like refunds, and send 'em to the Maker
I'm like Ego from Guardians, call it hubris if I'm too abrasive
Build a planet, then I nuke the Matrix
Lungs are fumigators, getting high as lunar bases
Heart's a supernova, head's a moon full of super craters
I'm like a mutant with a human nature, immune to haters
Going Super Saiyan, surviving euthanasia
Store the chopper in the foreign, origami how I'm folding dollars come across crazy like a border hopper
My pen is in the loony bin, and I'm the story's author
Thinking about this Harsh Game sippin' 40 water
I crept in when the door was shut; when I left it was boarded up
I bet it tortures ya
So concerned with the next trend, that's boring bruh
But I was breastfed, so fuck a formula
On my Tom Petty, Move to Reseda
The attitude is Rihanna and the booty Serena
I should've knew she a diva, if I get popped for moving this reefer
She'll flip my (gwap/Guwop) like Gucci & Keyshia, yeah
We treat life like a movie in theaters, but all these rappers is trash so I'm using a sweeper
Got us beefing like Tunechi & FEMA, got us beefin like Sunni and Shia
Do your career like we nuking Korea
It's a wrap, I thought you figured that
Nobody wanna see us like a Talib Twitter rant
Finger tap change ya life like the Tinder app
Peel a cap quicker than a silverback could skin a cat
Monster, I'm Blanka, but you appear shocked
Butterfly to the face; when Game removed the tear drop
I'm an alien, what you doin' here? Watch;
I'm passing through the Earth and the booth's my souvenir shop
In streets whippin', fuck a speed limit, remix it
My calm side is Popeye when he eats spinach
Open doors, treat rappers like I treat women
And treat critics like I treat bitches - fuck 'em all
Think I'm bluffing? Make the fucking call
Used to make a hunnit off a loud pack, just to puff it all
Blow a cloud until the sun is gone, thanking god I got my package through customs, basking in the London fog
If they asking it ain't luck at all, they throwin' shots without a gun involved, pshhh, I just brush 'em off
Underdog, not the one to try to come up off
Now come up off my respect, fuck how I come across