[Verse 1]
(Hey) The mental state of a lyricist in his prime
Spit divine, thought from the mind
Poetic rhetoric that rhyme
We punch lines that leave you conflicted, and hit rewind
Every time I spit an ill line the worlds mine
f** a Matana
Quit it the second Im out the vagina
Won't even call her mañana, Sike
Lyrical Unibomber
Ima allergic to drama
Mentality of a felon
Rebelling elevate
While you repellin'
Only hate because I'm sellin'
Who you tellin'?
See I was on that raw sh**
While you was on that naw sh**
The people "they gonna toss it"
When that all they endorse it
I just waited for my time to shine, I never forced it
Strategically planned it like Peyton Mannin' way before sh** was even real
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[Verse 2]
I remember nights as a child with my momma, hungry
But my hunger for this music is on another level
This sh** will truly have you contemplatin' deals with the devil
But homie I'm a king not a pawn I never settle
Cause the strength within my mind
Is so fine I can bend metal
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Yeah, In high school I wasn't worried about them A's and B's
I was trying to make the flow unk**able to obtain these Gs
Murder syllables, yes I aim to please, so much ice they call me Mr. Freeze, Sike
All up under your girls skirt as if I was the breeze
Flow celsius I surpa** degrees
Homie, please
And now I'm feelin' like I'm number 1
Cause nobody made it in the game out of where I'm coming from
Can you feel me?
Me and my team devised a scheme to get the cream
Followin' dreams, livin' our lives like movie scenes
Started as a teen, sippin' liquor, smoking' green
For music I was a fiend, my homies know what I mean
Ha, Lethal projectiles aimed at reptiles
Best get your money in order fore' you get checked now
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[Verse 3]
(Yeah)The beats my b**h, the mic's my mistress
Fiance flowin' I engage, don't miss this now
Hop on the track, you know I k** it to d**h
f**in' with Logic, it's inevitable that I will result in your imminent d**h
Now hit rewind and take a breath, homie ain't nothin' left
I'm Gregory House and this game is testin' my patients
Been on the low like freemasons
Livin' amazing, if your sh** is hot my sh** is cajun
Divine white wine flowin', yes you know its aging
You got sixteens? Ha, I got mathematical equations
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