[Intro: MettaWorldZeke]
Uh
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: MettaWorldZeke]
I'm in my peers like I'm [?] rap, a fucking king Tut
Buried with a slum cap, watch out for the comeback
See kids played with the Tommy like its Rugrats
Don't wanna hear the short runt rap

But I heard we all six feet taking dirt naps
I trip off the [?], Russel Westbrook
Style so flagrant I go and leave the rest shook
'Bout to hit the 7, cop a couple blunt wraps

A n***a never sold coke but I'm dope, cause my brain
So for twenty whole years, guess my mama raising Cain
Flip words like birds, I ain't talking 'bout food
Sell rhymes like dimes, I ain't talking 'bout doom

Love to see a n***a go from nothing to something
Cause I be making Benjamins out rappers like Button
Cop the new pair of 3s cause you know I gotta flex
Still the banks throw me out like a n***a Jazzy Jeff

So [?] get your bills up, balling like a big shot
Time is of the essence, it's just staring at your wrist watch
Waiting for the bell like [?] and [?]
But my time is now, mix the juice with vodka
You couldn't hold a candle to me, my rhymes poetics
I could smell you from a mile away, your booty is scented
A wise young n***a with dreads is my aesthetic
Imma make you know my name, like [?] and [?]

M-E-T-T-A, the five letters
Dropping more knowledge than a fucking five percenter
Know a lot of n***as love to shuck and jive on Twitter
But game peeps game and you looking unfamiliar

You disloyal, fool-ass, bitch-made, punk
Tie him up and put his ass in the trunk
[?] a thousand paper cuts, this is lethal interjection
If you pass up on a n***a I come back and intercept ya

Yes sir, this is the return of the ill
Been on fire my whole life, my [?] feels
Never second guess, I know uncertainty kills
And if I haven't killed you yet I know this certainly will, uh

These crackers don't want me cheesing at the Ritz
I used to look like Gerald now I'm giving n***as Fitz
Always been the answer like I'm AI with the shits
Still I'm asking all the questions, word to Stephanopoulos

Yes I'm making noise, I couldn't keep it on the humble
There was thunder in my belly so I had to let it rumble
Sonny listing to God and but now it's Ali in the Jungle