They thought I was dead
Little did they know, I'm not
It's Ahmad Peace with the gold fleece
Trying to act as if it's no feat
I'm no Toby
A threat is how y'all see me
Best bet to call the police
I've been off the mic for too long
Didn't even invite a dude home
It's too many rappers in here with the path of a deer
Trying to cross a road with two Rovers in tow, whoa
Said I'm too emo, said I be yelling too much, said I ain't rap enough
Said I've been bumping too much of that devil music lately and I ain't black enough
Guess it ain't my style to flex, sue me
Wouldn't be caught dead in a Maybach
Gimme that van from Turbo Adam drove
Desert Thunder, I'll take that
Flashy threads have never been my cup of tea
Abercrombie, Fitch, Gucci and Versace would suck for me
Breaking up with a feminine robot
Is the only scenario I'd be spotted with a Rolex, honestly
I have embarked on a quest, chasing success
For rapping is all that I know
Built my stride while they try to kill my grind daily
Why you dogging me, yo?
On the promise of wealth, how many of y'all would take a sip from the Devil's flask
But I can see the doom all over your face, like rocking a metal mask
I'm saying
Try not to be shocked if you spot me shot with a gun in hand
'Cause I don't feel like doing the running man, running man