[Verse]

One for the liars
Two for the vultures
Three for the n***as that think they sustain culture

Infiltrate the game
It's tougher to trace trojans in the rap game's lit but these n***as ain't smoking
I'm worried I changed focus

I'm anxious and antsy
I'm angry it can't be
Insanely and greatly
All my beats going down to Ashleigh
He know where the cash be
And I know I'm able to dish out this rap food like it's staple

And sometimes I'm unstable
And one day they'll say "he's critical and not stable"
Imma choose my antisocial life
So they socialites associate I'm slowly soaked in opium
I'm over these [ovaries] n***as trying to facilitate my exit like Fallopian

I'm sodium - married to the chloride, the game is real seasoned now
It's the real season now
All these haters Rome
I think I'm the real Caesar now
Yeah
I think I'm the real Caesar now

(I really hope death doesn't just come this way)
(I really hope, I really hope)
(I really hope, I really hope)