[Verse One]
Grind when it’s over
Peak through the blinds when i’m sober
Chief the Doja, young cat you think you the grimiest soldier
Grimiest soldiers, they catch you lying on ya sofa
Or when you make it they want you to carry, Tommy Mottola
I’m in the zone of elites
I set a tone you melatone on these beats
I betchu that you’ont make it on these streets
But soon no more fights and graffiti
Only flights to Tahiti
Rich problems like “i ain’t liking my scenery”
Known as genie, here yo wish granted
Here’s a big bandage
Flow natural yo shit implanted
I walk on roses and you kick cans and
Step on shit and sit & pee you pose to piss standing
My thugs superior
Soon we sit on ox blood interior
They hate because i got love from areas
That you’ont know
I know fake n***as with the purest coke
The feigns like shape shifters when they spirits low
Survived through miracles
In the middle of the battle bitch you called a forfeit
It’s cause my squad enormous
Leave yo ass lost, distorted
I gave DeVonta grams like he was Charlotte Hornet
That’s what you call employment
A God so my bars anointed
He run w demons yea he said he’d pull up
Hungry he said he’d cook up
Smokin nick packs that Reggie Bullock
Out in the storm all i could say is good luck
I’m in the house 10 sets of 20 heavy push ups
[Verse Two]
Ion plan to be famous
Anyone can ask for murals but can it be painted
I wanna be next to Kings like you was Anthony Davis
& when it comes to the pen that shits outstandingly gracious
Ready to go but i’m so thankful for patience
Cause n***as blatantly took from the best
Not only that them n***as took a check
I won’t let you profit off my book of stress
Young n***a i’ll cook a vet
This shit regular why you look impressed
I’m pose to be w Benny blowin Butchers Breath
I would suggest you get the cheese
Evident gems unlike the hidden seas
I got some prevalent friends like the genovese
We tend to be the coolest in a room full of cool n***as
Eyes wide open so we see how quick y’all misuse n***as
The mood killer, a panic theme
I would never spill like a can of beans
To caviar all the way from Banana King
You hopeless & why can’t you dream
Lack of ambition is a damaged scene
I got shit back in fruition i’m here to sing

[Verse Three]
Crashing hard when i fall
As long as you get up that’s the results
Of becoming that n***a you should consider asking the God
Raw, passive in charge
I don’t rap for cash on a card
When you better than competition get compensation involved
Large so many bars they tryna lock up my cadence
You tired of seeing it then stop entertaining
He bought his Glock to exchanges
In case of wrong turns
How comes there’s pleasure in seeing in all burn
Repeating these songs learned
I wrote this in a room full of hip hop posters
Most of them dead i know we miss our soldiers
Can’t stand a racist bitch you’ll never get our culture
Fuck the cops i hope y’all miss y’all quotas
I told ya and ain’t nothing that’s left said
The dumb n***as dusty they polished my deathbed
That’s for the patty fans who’s addicted like meth head
Superstitious i check beds
Too consistent like Chef Trez