[Verse 1]
Dot exercising his lyricism; must be
Reminiscent of Pac how they petrified of the spirit in him
I'mma rectify any criticism... I've
Never bitten a rhyme and I never listen to criticism
Ex-k**er, don't tempt me into recidivism
The way you're racing for life, I think you'll finish living
Sickening, the way I body the beat
Music so good, Ye think he copying me
Wish a n***a would, I grip a Chop for the beef
f** you flashing lights b**hes, I wouldn't cop for a plea
Every pig in the Bay finna make a martyr of me
But my love's the revolution, just check my fidelity, ugh...
I'm the dopest you ever known, or ever gon'
And if it's too Bay for you get a Rosetta stone
And if it's too many bars then get a better phone
But if we ain't close and you distant you better get along
Gone...