[Intro: Samples & Tha God Fahim]
[?] (Yo, yo)
Yo - drop bombs on n***as
My flows? Two-hundred fo's explode
[?] for shit, though
My flows be sicker than yours
Want a track with me? Then gimme some dough

Uh
Uh

[Verse]
Can't see the game holdin' me back
I came from the line of the coldest
The castle far back, you don't know me like that
Never forget where you came or where you goin' to
Nobody knows 'bout the pain that I be goin' through
But fuck it, I hold my head high 'cause I'm supposed to
Put a muzzle over that hole you put your nose through
Hippopotamus, autonomous hood economist
Rip it off the blockchain; you don't know what a scholar is?
Why she so thirsty? She don't know what a dollar is?
[?]; he don't know where the problem is?
That's the last straw; after that, it's demolishin'
This ain't the old school no more, things have changed
The things people do for attention to get fame
Got me ignorin' everything, just tryna stack change
My phone ringin' for plays, my Live clickin'
Zoom calls, talkin' high end jobs, we keep the tides tippin'
Build upon my empire, yeah, my mind different
We got twenty-four hours, I choose to spend my time different
That's why I'm flyer than Bruce Lee side kickin'
Metal on standby; don't be doin' that eye-twitchin'
Bonafide rapper, a mathematic and scientific mind, terrific
Tuck the ammunition for [?] 'cause times is shiftin'
Got them dividends for my commission
Like a umpire of rap; they need my permission
Oh No wire the track, I do the demolition
Had a premonition, but for now, I'm just reminiscin'
[Outro: Sample]
[?]