Yeah, listen

I wrote this verse on the day that Biggie gave up the ghost
If I was there I woulda told him he should stay on his coast
If I was there I woulda told Pac to stay from the road
Or maybe death was lookin’ for him ‘cause of things that he wrote
I see this world in 4k so I know death is a b*tch
When I die say RIP I’m restin’ in pitch, get it?
I’m sonically prophecy over these dirty loops
I’ve learned a few tricks to murder dudes I murder proof
Observe and poof I vanish with magic language
Come back and run the planet with Jam just the way I planned it
Got tired of the antics, while I remained anonymous
They [?] and lived lavish, they all should be embarrassed
No justice or miscarriage, or was it just aborted?
The universe is portrait, tortured me like a cross did
I couldn’t bear that’s why I torched it
I rather forfeit than be a comma or question mark, I’m serious
Period, full stop, fool stop tryna read my mind, I’m
On another plateau, cats know my work well
I worked well into the future like Ray Kurzweil
Neesy was a saint, Marilyn was a goddess
Dolly was a angel, to know em I am honored