[Produced by Statik Selektah]
[Verse 1: Termanology]
It's hard being the illest in my city man
Apparently I got enemies that don't feel the same
But I don't give a f** y'all ain't even up in the game
I did so much for my city man they should feel ashamed
Nah buddy I ain't really heard the gossip
I was too busy putting out 30 projects
Y'all can google the kid and see the process
And see the progress, homie God bless
But listen, I'm a God so I wouldn't have it any less
I need a million now and not a penny less
I might literally drown with all this henny left
For throwing rocks at the crown, your penalty is d**h
It's no sitting me down, I got 100 left
100 more albums, 100 more f**ing checks
100 more bars coming at your f**ing neck
Man, They should've told you on Statik beats,mI'm the f**ing best
Rikers to Middleton
Them lifers and Middleton, spending life illegitimate
Living life in imprisionment
Had to see if you listening, recycled some old bars
But them sh**'s still harder than crow bars
Came a long way from selling 380s out a Mercedes
Now I'm famous and ladies wanna DM a brother crazy
There's a art to ripping a heart out a chest
All you gotta do is dig in with a blade til theres no cartilage left
I'm probably the best, novelist with promising lyrics
It's ok to give me a compliment, but copy me less
They obviously honor me, that's why they copy my fresh
And hide behind fake pages with anonymous threats
It's more politics, I'm ready to catch a body again
Probably off Molly, Johnnie Walker, Vodka, Tonic and Gin
I smack demons and k** k**ers
Chopping scalps off of enemies and rock em like chinchillas
Motha f** a celebrity
They ain't never seen a lyricist This venomous
Bending his sentences leave em covered in bandages
Anybody can get it give a f** who his family is
Smoking five gram blunts out a dollar bill
Eyes bloody like k**ers wanted your mommy k**ed
But i'll design a ill plan to go back in a time machine and body you while you stuck in your mommy's body still
[Verse 2: KXNG CROOKED]