[ Featuring Lord Brunson ]
Yeah yeah
Alright here we go
Niggas scramble when they feel the rush
Bitches lose they mind when I rap like it's cannabis
One snap off the ball make em turn to dust
Make em all marvel and applaud when it comes to us
Street sweepers keep the roads clean I'm like the machine
I clean house scrubbing the rap scene I keep it mean
I'm my own biggest critic when it comes to me
F*ck your opinion doesn't matter to me honestly
The queen gave birth to a God I'm here
I left gold by the cervix the talent is rare
Niggas try to imitate but it's hard to compare
They come close but realize that it's more to the layer
Can't reach the surface nigga how your arm reach
I run parks and recreation like it's pawney that's field awareness
My bitch got expensive taste she eating asparagus
She like to travel see the world she used to the turbulence, look
Rappers pissed cause I'm hella cocky
Little nigga grow some balls if wanna stop me
Shit can get rocky I'm the hard copy
And you can tell when they try cause its getting sloppy, look
No floppy disk this the flatter way and I can upload a full clip and fill your database
And this a data breach download your memory bank
And I'll crash the servers like it's Independence Day
Ayo, hope your atennas on straight with all that static
It's voices in the attic telling me mask up and blast it
The crib look like we selling blue magic
You walked into a room a covered in plastic I stepped outside my tomb and got active
The dead walk amongst the dudes lacking
Business is business you spoil that bitch she just gave us her back end
The dungeneese crab legs cracking over the pasta that's how snacking
Cashmere socks we street niggas in high fashion
Big body whips we bend corners give streets lashes
You f*cking with shooters that's suicide like team practice
You look like a boss I just saw your pictures that's catfish
Sticks in whistle crib but the carpet smelling like cat piss
I make your bitch meow cause my wrist to her just like cat nip
Down at Mr. Chow with niggas that make bricks back flip
You niggas giving statements we fire sticks they retract it
The right hand for the money, the left hand for her pussy
I'm right handed so you tell me what's meaning more to me
Heard you bringing war to me
We turn blocks to Saw movies
You playing a dangerous game momma love gone be in pain
She free to scream my name but don't you use my shit in vain
If you busting down a bird just keep them pieces plain Jane
From the first to the third same thermal in the rain
Junkies limping up the block we got that cain for that sprain
All this pressure all this pain I'm like these corner still remain
Went from being slaves to blowing bags to keep me in these chains, I respawn
To kill me you gone have to kill the game motherf*cka
