[Verse 1: Komatose]
I talk like Pac, spit fire, it'll burn ya lips
I came to k** bars, flow well, and murder sh**
I shoot at anything red playing games and Crip
Walk, you're acting selfish, something's going on, I smell fish
Motions going through my brainwave
Talented enough to make the insane behave
Rain again on my parade
Fame's the same as hell, no gla** of lemonade
I remain plain with Mary Jane in my brownies for aid
As I begin my reign on the rap game, laid
Back, I back up and see myself begin to fade
Constant battles, I'm sane but Wayne went on a raid
He thinks he can k** me, him and 2Chainz
Tried to destroy my brain with detail but failed
Bars is stale
[Verse 2: Maiden]
Rolling tress they overgrown
Making cheese that provolone
We in the paper, cigarillo
Rap to make bread, we don't pay no bills yo
Here's the deal yo
I got about 15 n***as down ready to ride if you down to slide
We can take this motherf**er outside and let it fly
Tripping off hoes why you n***as do that
It's just gonna hold you back
Why not stack
Get that paper
Take off running and don't look back
n***as sell crack and then they die
n***a start rapping and then he die
Next thing he know, he in the sky
Talking to 2Pac like thank god
Damn