The Good Book Video (MV)

You can't walk in these shoes i got
Take a lot more than co-signs and dudes from blocks
On ya cock giving you praise, fictional ways
I have no interest playing to this digital age
Far as mumbling, well i call it stumbling
Having the ball for two seasons running through then fumbling
I'm here to prove my lyrical dominance
Killing the opposition and my confidence
High like the study of God
Cuz when my bars on yo ass bitch You better pray ya Buddy is God
No remorse giving, for wack writtens, poor spitting
Cock Buffin, block hugging, and porch sitting
Uh, I play in the field for real
Y'all rely on the studio, I'm from where ya skills could kill
You can auto tune the garbage with ya high tech ass
A that is to me is just high tech trash
I'll pass...
Don't make, me, laugh...
Yall praising the wack
When the goons out they stay on the back
Verbally, i can break down a cat
Lay out the mat they get stretched
No yoga, have ya ship wrecked
High damage, titanic, got damnit
Ima beast, hank mc coy
Me hitting the scene like when a tank deploys, aim destroy
Rappers talking better keep it cute
Or I'll take you to church, but please keep ya suit
Cuz next you get placed in a box
Arms crossed, make you a plot, stab whoever saying you hot
Take precaution, my cypher? Better break off it
It's a new sheriff in town taking office
In case you didn't know, you lames gotta go
Y'all bias as hell, and ya lane moving slow
All the click jumping, group molding hand holding
Tryna ban Phokis... please man close it
Or I'll do to for you...

This ain't a bully track
Shit i bully you, bully back
I'm heading out, can't pull me back
They use to try to turn me down by ignoring the skill
Just because them having skill is foreign fa real
And...
I drive foreign fa real, interesting shit
Most of ya renting ya whips
Poke ya chest out I'm dentin ya shit
I'm the best out, mention my shit
Maybe 3 names hitting the script
Besides that, i fry cats, Chinese food
Supply that, crack, siamese grooves
My grandma told me ima star i believed her
So I'ma shake every cypher like a seizure
Or cook every track like a chef do
Then throw a flag on ya play like a ref do
And while I'm heading to the top like steps do
I still supply shit like this to bless you
Bless you