[Verse 1]
Welcome to the reign, sh** finna get real
f** your favorite rapper, observe that I'm ill
Nah, that was rude allow me to retract
f** that sh**, as a matter of fact
Young Chicago n***a with a New York flow
With a down south flow, with a west coast flow
Blowing these O's into the ozone
I'll never break like a old Nextel phone
Getting it cracking, Saddam Hussein neck
With a super thick chick with no gag reflex
f**ing the game on cam, POV s**
Giving n***as the blues, shoutout to Hillcrest
St. Lawrence all the way to MCHS
Since 1993, I've had this S on my chest
Walk in the studio with a Mac, Tec, and a vest
Cold as the peak of motherf**in Mount Everest
Apologies Momma, I'm finna go off
Cause I'm sick and tired of hearing them talk
They ain't got not team, yet they claim they the boss
Most of these n***as virgin p**y soft
Catch a n***a robbing flows you know I got the bat man
If they get to frontin, then I hit em with the backhand
Chiraq sh** rolling authentic afghan
Catch me in the air like Rob Van Dam
If I got any sicker, I'd have my own disease
If I got any hotter, I'd have my own degrees
If I spit a little game, then she gone be on the D
So if she don't say N O , then you know I got the P
I'm just chilling in the studio, conducting this manslaughter
Feeling like "The Drought 3" Dwayne Carter lets get it started
[Pre Verse]
Catch a n***a robbing flows you know I got the bat man
If they get to frontin', then I hit em with the backhand
Chiraq sh** rolling authentic afghan
Catch me in the air like Rob Van Dam
[Verse 2]
I remember motherf**ers used to really ignore me
Little sh** they whipped up really bored me
At a young age knew f** sh** wasn't for me
So I copped a notepad in wishes of recording
I realized I'm good, matter fact fantastic
So I could son the game and clarify to these ba*tards
They can't touch me, or see me but they forced to listen
To a n***a out they league not even they division
Lacking a story of whipping up crack up in the kitchen
But give any motherf**er that want it the business
Bout to smash the game on my missionary
Admire my logic n***a, I'm a visionary
While I'm getting stoned like a cemetery
Spitting sh** colder than Antarctica's Ben and Jerry's
My flow? That sh** ridiculous
Lil ol' Albert who could envision it
Wooh
That n***a spit crack
The top I gotta get that
f** 12 tell em get back
Chi-town sh** n***a don't lack
About to cause a collision
Murk sh** with precision
Oozing with the ambition
Definition of a musician
You slave to rhyme book
And ain't no abolition
Did you stupid n***as get it?
Lacing up my kicks to run this sh**
Y'all running too, but behind me and still tripping
I'm more like Lebron plus Kobe plus KD
Majority of y'all n***as barely Scottie Pippen