[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
Through transmission I deem the best unfit
I know I'm not the only one on that gangsta sh**
Age is access I'm busting traps off the board yo
Eating Bordeaux, momma had rewarded so
n***as from my old hood still frigid
Solve the problem and die by my own digits
Even sh**faced I think of hoes
But like a constituent I stir up those who thought they knew it
Please, I'm no pathologist
But I've seen you suffer from a safe distance
Finna take a deuce off this ear tucked joint
Like I'm robbing, make you do what Da Vicecrux say
Realistically, only one in my way is Harrison
But that's my mans; no comparison
Scoop me up in the whip, I got the dutchie fresh
To all my n***as getting 90s on the math tests
[Hook][2X]
You got a problem? deal with it
Oh it's beef now? deal with it
Grown man sh**, lemme deal with it
If nothing works out I'mma move weight
[Verse 2: Themba Ntaka]
Punk hoes curse me out of bravura but cough up
Cash flows make you think his aura was altered
With the admittance, my world spins obdurate
You n***as is toast and plus your dose is moderate
Into dull affairs they breathed valued life
Mad rough but I don't expect a psyche
Forbes is like Wall Street, Wall Street like Huff
Bagging stuff so money I might touch
"necessity of compromise" makes you double check presidential lies
Bubbled out when lack of fact becomes standardized
Drunken stead to despair, meeting gray skies with sunken head n***a
You see all my homies walk with creased boots
But how from female attention I feel aloof
Sweet a** n***a operating à la mode
Man I got morals, f** the g code
[Hook][2X]
You got a problem? deal with it
Oh it's beef now? deal with it
Grown man sh**, lemme deal with it
If nothing works out I'mma move weight