Aye, take this little eye opener and widen your attention span
My flow and lyrics, probably colder than the demolition man
Anti-social n***a, posting pictures up on Instagram
Making dopeness on a regular, get it, Instant Grams
Of the vitamins, that heighten yo exci-te-ment
Bank accounts, just told the owner I deserve a higher rent
The future I invent, like it was sex, need no stress
I ain't talking cereal when cashing checks
Break ya neck, spray ya vest, all your girl say is yes
Like she Floetry, I give her my love bayonet
In the cavalry, twenty guns blasting yo directions
Ain't religious, but got twenty nuns masked in ya confession
N***a, your stupid flow is outta there, flow hot as outer wear
I laser vision through your soul, you n***as can't amount a stare
Come bow to me like Muhammad at the Mecca
Or get your name scratched off of my list like a record homie

[Verse Two]

Alright, resume for the funeral you will know
I'm scratching at the surface, so I'm damaging cuticles
While you sitting in a cubicle, grimy and all
To you I'm probably Mt. Everest, you climb me and fall
To ya death from the gravity, I hurt you like cavities
The comradery, I got with my team is just no analogy
Add a G, to the conversation of the GOATS
And he will make an album scary good like you seen a ghost
And I boast and all, cause it's my protocol
And like hurricane season, I hope I ball
Wait, Isaiah G, 16 and shit
AAP forever cause you know my team legit