[Intro]
Check it, uh

[Verse]
My pen got a stroke of genius
I'm like the baby ghetto Jesus
My down bitch got the cougar cleavage
Stone-washed lay on top of the pumas
Behind me, I keep a shooter
Rottweiler by the door waiting for intruders
My thoughts fester, aiming rifles like I'm Wooly Manchester
N***as get spoofed
Riding with so many guns, that van pressure
If we get pulled over, that's ten plus
Wicked soul, sometimes infiltrating
Try to befriend us
And spread lies and things
The devil show malice
So security now is like Buckingham Palace
Can't trust a serpent or rabbit
The [?] get to screaming like Khaled
Only relate if you got cash habits
No going backwards
I done been to hell and back
Sit back and relax
Feel like a dragon or a beast
I need platinum plaques and habitats of a underdog
Front-lines ducking for one time
Hover over the moon into the sunshine
With a damsel in distress like Mulan
Nothing to find, faith in my gun and my [?]
Why you acting like you rich, n***a?
You [?]
Claiming that you real but I see you is average
Rectangles rectify the circles
After I merk you, leave you in smoke like the color purple
It's always the newest of friends
Murders and pseudonyms
And when I'm through with them that's when the devils be chewing 'em
Correct the [?]
The base about who the best ain't up for discussion
My words spin like [?] concussions
It's just exercise, my gat blow like it got breathalyzed
I specialize in leaving my audience mesmerized
You petrified knowing you can't keep up with the guys
Knowing that I'm creeping on the prize (uh)