Verse 1:
You get cut for the paper, like a lumber jack
I'm fit to tread mills, you get over lapped
I was once broke, but I ain't never going back, ( naaaa )
World wide hustle leaving trademarks on the map
k**er on the track, tell me who's up next?
My verbal rounds puncture through bullet proof vest
I'm infrared hot , leave haters steaming'
Intervene with mine, I'll stop your blood flow streaming'
That psychotic flow, need a stray jacket
Obsessive possessive, making money is a habit
Break it down to the science, I'm giving you the physics
These neurologist, can't figure my raps hieroglyphics