[Intro]
Ayo, Pap. How many TECs you got?

[Verse 1]
I pack a TEC-9 with technique like technology
[?] my TEC-9 detect your bodily
Kept the TEC with me, technically the DA embarrassed me
Caught a case, my lawyer beat it on a technicality
More (techs | TECs) than a referee
Did a song with Hi-Tek and Talib Kweli
[?] the TEC spittin'
Fix technical difficulties, technician
Why does every word involve a "tec"?
'Cause the boy Papoose builds structure from ground up, he's a architect
Take a shower with my TEC, 'cause n***as bе doing home invasions
Paid lawyers for all my n***as with open casеs
Beat the charge like a USB
We fought in the cage way before the UFC
I gave your man a couple grams, he must think we dumb
He claim he lost work when he cooked it, what a cheap bum
Nobody else complain, he disgustin’ me, son
Once you cook the work, you ain't gettin' no fuckin' refund
He started social media thuggin', whatchu mean, son?
You can't talk subliminal when you come from where we from
I don’t throw subs, why you subbin' me, son?
Boy, the only subs I throw is a submachine gun
Divine intervention
I thrive in the trenches
Divine with a sentence
My rhyme isn't dented
The ladder to success, I climb with a vengeance
To shine's my intention
I grind independent
Have you jumpin’ over gates, climbin’ them fences
Like girls with hair weaves, my 9s got extensions
The exit wound not the same size as the entrance
Send chills up the spine of the witness
I do this for them guys in them prisons
Who died in the system
They was God Body so they wives was their wisdom
Them guys didn't listen to them lines I was givin’
My drive, it was driven by the rhymes that were written
On IG readin’ lies in my mentions
Cutting through the red tape, my knives give incisions
From their eyes it was hidden
But their minds did envision
This is the rebirth of my vibe, it is risen