[Produced by Christo]

[Hook]
Spittin', pissin’ these bars, I’m Robert Kellz in the booth
It's some shit where you talk, I send some shells at ya tooth
If they know who you are, they play it cool, yeah it's cool
They don’t know who you are, then I don’t know, I don’t know

[Verse: J.I.D]
See my lil’ n***as got lil’ n***as, so I’m a grand-n***a
Stand with the same ones I was playing in sand with
90 cent cheeseburger, take half of the sandwich
Make plans, gotta expand, plans expansion
Reporting live from that place between sleep and awake
Recording rhymes, catch a vibe until the simplest state, of mind
I shine bright, blind? my sight fine, write my lines
Fight like a n***a twice my size, I’m twice that guy
Enlightened, but I’m light in the ass, but fuck it
Stuck that, tucked that, right in the passenger
Wanna be bad, shoot at his cardiovascular
Startin’ a massacre, tryna be masculine
Give it to the game, no Vaseline
Swervin’ in your lane, no accident
And I’m with the shit, no laxative
Then I hit the gas, n***a puff, puff, pass to a pacifist
Middle finger fuck your magistrate
I’m your Majesty, ancestery
Traveled the Middle Passage
So I put on for my daddy’s, daddy, daddy, daddy
And have my foot on they neck until I’m in the paddy wagon
Young shaggy, swaggy laddy, had he came
From the fame and the change, would he be happy?
Or did them broke days sustain some rare habits
That in turn invoked a change you can stare at it
I’m taking a stab at it, charismatically, satisfactory
Spittin’
[Hook]
Pissin’ these bars, I’m Robert Kellz in the booth
It's some shit where you talk, I send some shells at ya tooth
If they know who you are, they play it cool, yeah it's cool
They don’t know who you are, then I don’t know, I don’t know