[Jidenna]
Primo, you ready to set it off?

[Stove God Cook$]
Yellow Lives Matter
Yellow God, nappy-head trapper
Mack Daddy, Daddy Macker
Kris Kross with the wrist, I whip backwards
I walk on water in black Louis
Scoop some up in the pot and get back to it
The light-skinned Makavelli, tapped celly
Valentino Nino, sippin' Pinot, kilos in the Chevy
Tell them rappers that's up in the clouds
I got the scope on 'em now, they barely holdin' it down
I'll snatch your soul for the crown
Put it back inside you, wake you up
Now tell them boys I ain't fuckin' around!
My cousin got raided, I kept grindin'
The scale died at work, I Left Eyed it
I had the spot on fire, I couldn't leave, boy!
The money was Andre Rison!
My chakra glowin'
The chopper blowin', like "BLAKKA! BLAKKA!"
You wake up with Biggie and Pac in the mornin'
They can't afford my soul
I need money so high, you gotta count it with a drone
I turn your favorite rapper to Casper
Take the blood and make a masterpiece after
How you master the pieces
And you don't even own a piece of your masters, lil' n***a?
You gotta pardon me, fam
But you was talkin' like you had a whole pelican
Middle man, don't pull up on me
With two O's and a V, them is Aubrey Grahams
And tell Riggs at Atlantic not to panic
But my price went up, I'm doin' damage
Only pennies I ever needed was Janet
Feds at the door, more hard knocks than Annie
- Cook$