F*ck my apologies honestly yeah I run the shit
Beatin' beats up I swear to god we're percussionists
Your main bitch got us second line on her bucket list
First line spendin' grind time on this monolith
By the first four bars its pretty obvious
I'm prominent, comin' proper and topplin
Lame ass novices talkin common sense
Y'all are some convicts coppin im congress
Abolishing your conglomerate
It ain't hard you boys softer then some pocket lint
Which makes it lighter than your pockets, not droppin' dick
I promise that your only popular with 1% of the populous
So do me a favor remain anonymous
My crew big, talkin' numbers like the matrix
While yall still countin up change cause your bank less
Know you had games saved as fav's on your playlist
But this right here will be engraved on the stainless
Revolution be the catalyst, for all of y'all mad at this
Go back to listening to average shit
I'm tryna be a maverick, the top gun you must be goosin
Cause I just saw you get your f*ckin candle lit
Cant handle it the slanderous
Leave you with a fat lip after kissin' my ass & shit
Had to hit accurate, im splittin the atoms with havoc
And still kickin' ass despite asterisk
Its like rebellion on a beat straight blasphemous
Half of this already paid for in ass & tits
So after this I have to split
Otherwise I might leave yo ass a manikin
Sky walkin' and your name ain't Aniken
I'm just tryna to keep it tight like a Mandolin
Bring pain to the pan handling amateurs
And make 'em pay for the damages afterwards you dig
If I may be so bold
I'll reap what I may sew
Reflect the words I've spoke
But on my shoulders
I'm carrying the weight
I'm a kill 16 bars in a minute
I was only 16 when I started to fill it
Rippin' made dro seeing stars when I finish
Get Popeye swoll on a beat like its spinach
Flow mad sick get sars when I spit it
Get your ass checked like carbon emissions
Carvin these bitches, hard like its Sparta tradition
Yeah they far from position, ain't even at the start of my limit
Why they even bother, they aren't in contention
5'7 turn 6'4 boss when I'm flexin
Ballin' like the NBA All Star Edition
God damn man got lost in the rythem
Tossed from the system
Did it all to forgive em
Off on a mission
Turned on like ignition
You could press the button get off'd with a quickness
I wont offer a witness
Thank god for that hip-hop
Dish raw keep it tip top
Yeah this is our time now like a wrist watch
Grandfathering the shit like tick tock
I'm an 8th world wonder with my quick jots
If you think you run game get your shins chopped
Yeah we gon' do it big, this is it boss
I could feel it in my veins like syringe tops
I ain't concerned with all your chin slop
I'm a let it all go let your miss talk
Last time we spoke her top slipped off
Naw, we ain't finished until the mix stops
Separate ball players and trickshots
Any bitches on the fence they can flip flop
Till they see the fold that I grip then they give top
All for the D like they feelin' Kid Rock my god
If I may be so bold
I'll reap what I may sew
Reflect the words I've spoke
But on my shoulders
I'm carrying the weight
If I may be so bold
I'll reap what I may sew
Reflect the words I've spoke
But on my shoulders
I'm carrying the weight
If I may be so bold
I'll reap what I may sew
Reflect the words I've spoke
But on my shoulders
I'm carrying the weight
If I may be so bold
I'll reap what I may sew
Reflect the words I've spoke
But on my shoulders
I'm carrying the weight