[Verse 1: Black Sheep]
I'll pop a pill, let you posit this
Hock and spit up my confidence
Hungry like Ramadan, as-salamu alaykum my consciousness
Slit wrists, bloody knuckles, tripping, swallowing consonants
Another milligram dry your tears, quiet fears, honest
Slumped with a blunt burning, backwood mimic my psyche
Middle fingers up, tell my fears get to hiking
And you keep playing games, I could switch up, find a wifey
The type who really like me, excite me, and do me rightly
If it's trouble in paradise, ride my wave to a different plane
I'm tired of these handshakes, all these daps never felt the same
Everybody got two cents, keep ninety-eight in change
You ain't helping the vision, I'm like fuck it, I'm switching lanes
Please don't hit me for a handout
And act stumped when I cut you off asking what I'm mad 'bout
You been frontin', don't get it backward, I ain't the one who switched up
And If I'm responding "who this?" you not someone I can trust

[Interlude]
Locking up a ton of African American males
For ummm drug charges for like very minor
Like possession of like weed
And also umm it was also crack

[Verse 2: NxG]
Why everybody wanna shed they two cents bout it?
Tout it in my face like n***a you ain’t fucking bout it
Look
I’m out here, posted, gloating solo
Why the cup got me feeling low like imma drown in it
This the shit that got them die hards frowning
Face scrunched, like why the fuck he stop clowning about
And it destroyed neighborhoods and people’s lifestyles because uhhh
I’m putting four in his face, screaming fuck five-o cause they killed like six n***as spraying like Mace
That’s mathematics
I’m most definitely the best at it
And a lot of prisons - a lot of prisons popped up
And I’m contra dicking down with the contra
Bands that I swore by as a small fry
It’s that big pond small fish chronicles
But the sharks is overlooking him
Now we little bigger, know that Huff Gang hunting ‘em
[Bridge: NxG]
I’m finna come back on this with something else, you feel me?
Like ooooooooh
Like it’s whatever
I got something else cooked up, whatever
Here we go

[Verse 2: NxG]
Middle finger up to my competition
You n***as ain’t get the message, I’m talking some demolitions
I’m talking back when we got that eviction
I’m talking back when we was visiting them prisons
I saw my daddy crying through them bars, wishing it was different
I wish that I was different - but I’m not
I spent my whole life avoiding facts displaying that I am way more likely to end up incarcerated
Took way too long for me to say this - who wouldn’t this fuck over mentally?
This shit could turn a lesser n***a to a sadist
But instead, I’m proclaiming that I’m the greatest
All the while razing these beats for any flow from that Beast Coast wave, bitch
Might explode, turn all you n***as to vapors
My flow toxic, motives deadly if you ever to try to check to me
Fuck pansy rappers up indefinitely, mofucking Nx