[Verse 1:]
Ayo
Demon time, n***as get slapped with the hand of God (Fuck outta here)
To get a stack, we'll sell a smack and try to skim your card
Overcame the odds by the grace of Allah, now it’s AMG on the car
Me and any comp' faux pas (Uh-huh)
With this art of Mozart
In Armani coat, blowin' smoke, evolved from tradin’ dough for dope
Gordi' gold rope on the dope (Bling)
In my lifetime, need a whole lot of cash like skinny Hov on a boat (Money)
You n***as flat broke tryna stay afloat
The only thing you lames could ever get from me's a pen to take a note (You n***as bums)
Copeless murder, I wrote with the left hand, I'm dope like
Jimi Hendrix, six acid tabs and a headband
On top but I came from muddy waters like Redman (Uh-huh)
Where hustlers get shot or kidnapped by the Fed van
Better make your best move your next plan
Before I made it through they woulda had to was press hands and check scans (Word)
Now we in Japan gettin' bands, diamonds dance
Pro'lly be up in the can if I left it all up to chance
Eat off every seed that I plant, way too advanced
Really the God like Bagger Vance, left my footprints in the sand

[Chorus:]
I don't follow nobody, I go my own route (Uh-huh)
Hold my cell down, keep somethin' to knock a bone out (Bow, bow, bow)
Heard it was a play for the paper, I had to go scout
All star player in his own wit’ the gold mouth (Uh-huh)
Nah I don’t follow nobody, I go my own route (Nah)
Hold my cell down, keep somethin' to knock a bone out (Bow, bow, bow)
Heard it was a play for the paper, I had to go scout
All star player in his own wit’ the gold mouth
[Verse 2:]
Ugh
I score eighty, write a score like Scorsese (Uh-huh)
We puttin' numbers on the board, and way more wavy (Yeah)
Big middle finger on the Awake tee
You ringworm n***as ain't flea, they highly rate me (Hahaha)
A work of art, that's why all these marks try to trace me (Fuck ’em)
But they'll never see me like Banksy (Never)
Amazing artist but I started out a street fighter like Zangief (Ugh)
It was jail, drugs, gangs, grief
You know the program
Two-steppin' to the rhythm while the Devil try to slow dance
Married to the game, toxic romance
N***as think they in my lane, they just roadkill, ain't got no chance (Haha)
Possess the power to hold Gs, guns, and more grams
Move units like a Rock'n'Roll band
Me and the Uzi hold hands, spray your whole clan
You understand?

[Outro]
*Submachine gun shots*
Heh