Yo, we letting n***as know what's up when I step inside the cut Honestly, I'm the sh** to keep it lit just like my blunts Never hesitate Ask Alice if you don't believe so See the light through the peephole and burn one for my people Take flight and drop sh** like seagulls Never driven on the stilo, incognito, leave 'em desaparecidos Es puras pinches baras f** the cops, free Yarra I'm that little homie pulling strings like guitarras I digress cos I don't want to make a mess Unless emcees come to test and they fail like the rest Cos I take off like spaceships and fly over the fake sh** I write bars and make hits but nobody appreciates this It made sense in my head until I wrote it down with lead And I talk my little sh**, and now these rappers want my head But y'all ain't sh** up on the track in fact, you whack a** sound like crap You need to be intact before you get lyrically smacked On my Heath Ledger sh**, drive the vessel from the backseat Y'all ain't even on your rolling, y'all chilling up in a taxi Aim the toys to the toys, you call your boys, not talking Backstreet My microphone's my weapon, keep hara**ing those who keep on asking all the wrong questions The only love you get is up inside your Twitter mentions Your lyrics are Two dimension You see me in 3D, clearly with a beanie I see the blank lines and start filling like graffiti Underground, down a gritty, y'all f*ggots trying to be pretty Honestly you talk about making it, I feel the pity It's a shame you're from my city, go dump me cos you're not witty And I'll never give a f** about the cats who ain't with me Waiting for the d** to hit me Houston we got a problem, call Whitney cos I spit it so motherf**ing sickly Strictly for the hell of it I stomp through like an elephant I check my benevolence, relevance to the style that I represent I'm heaven sent and been dope ever since people started having common sense Hope that made sense, motherf**er