VERSE 1

Battle of the wits go toe to toe with the an old brain
Turn his whole frame up to Cobain
An @ to me does not we're connected but
Anatomy cuz I rack his noodle for the low mane (low mein)

Booming through the city out on Broadway OG
Unless you're one of three oh you don't know me

Doors started opening but we just keep it low key
I could throw shade like an oak tree
I’m so propane I could blow three
If you owe me

Ain’t had a nine since ’03
Skip that nonsense
A pantomime cuz we don’t speak
Call your girl seven days why, cuz she so weak
Tell that girl she should hit the gym do some obliques
And don’t blink
I pull a rabbit out the hat and drain the whole sink
What that mean?
I hit her with the magic get her wetter than she ever been
And we don’t really mess with y’all like Donald to a Mexican
Small circle with my next of kin
And you ain’t gotta guess again but thanks for checking in
God blessed the kid, so you know we out here checking chins
On anybody acting like a bitch swallowing estrogen
A pessimist
The next to win

A force to be reckoned with I check the wind
You peep my flex, I’m at they neck attached
They try to run but I’m ahead of that
I ran 100 in like 7 flat
I did the numbers you can check the stats
You on the bench like you the next to bat
But you gone die my homie second that
Last month I made me like 11 racks
I pull elevens leave him neckless ain’t no head attached

I could be a leopard with leprosy and you still couldn’t spot me
A viking off a Vicodin, you still couldn’t pop me
A casualty or gravity, you still couldn’t drop me
Ora red octagon, soccer mom you can’t stop me

HOOK:

We don’t do no talking like a pantomime
If you ain’t running with us you can stand in line
I mean
I ain't gotta stunt I can handle mine
I'm like
Yes indeed
You can tell em rest in peace cuz
We don’t do no talking like a pantomime
If you ain’t running with us you can stand in line
I mean
I ain't gotta stunt I can handle mine
I'm like
Yes indeed
You can tell em rest in peace cuz

VERSE 2:

Really out my mind like where my memory go
I remember back in high school we weren’t friends from b4
Now I’m seven below
I knew back then I was cold
I’ll take your dough but don’t need you to stand here telling me so
I mean you bought a ticket to my show I’m thinking that’s cool
But it’s a damn shame that you had to pay for it to
Just take a look at my crew
You see familiar faces
But I got business to do
Just take a look at my statements
Ain’t got no issue with you
They ask how far I can take it
I say there isn’t a roof
I got em all contemplating
I got a riddle for you
And you can riddle me too
But can’t belittle me literally I'm lifting the moon
Listen my dude

HOOK:

We don’t do no talking like a pantomime
If you ain’t running with us you can stand in line
I mean
I ain't gotta stunt I can handle mine
I'm like
Yes indeed
You can tell em rest in peace cuz

We don’t do no talking like a pantomime
If you ain’t running with us you can stand in line
I mean
I ain't gotta stunt I can handle mine
I'm like
Yes indeed
You can tell em rest in peace cuz