From 95' to '47 im gripping my smith & wessen, counting my blessings , giving n***as a sight a of heaven, teaching these kids lessons, pull out the chrome and leave ya dome dripping like salad dressing, opps guessing, I'm never stressing im doing me usually, half of these n***as and hoes mad cause they can't through to me , or get to me, make sure I say these lyrics fluidly, punch this beat thoroughly causing mad cruelty it's eating season so eat or you will be eaten and bleeding, stay dreaming, and scheming, standing in the light that's beaming, mind steaming im a demon, best believe if I ain't see it I won't believe it, I ain't a fool, and im too cool, so stop it, machete down yo esophagus, like, how does my blade taste? blade so long it'll enter your forehead and exit through your waist, no mistake I was born to be great, so I am thy , the only elevated n***a that refuses to be fly, but yet I remain in the sky, next to god, better than y'all, never fall, yet trip or stumble, gotta remain humble, but ready to rumble when a n***a words fumble, or jumble, .47 to his tummy make it crumble, and rumble, but off that topic, I don't drill or k**, I'm more on the peaceful side, figuring out the world ignore differences between you and I, the truth in ain't in eye but I realize that the world is full of lies, so no I won't comply, I'd rather die, on a real n***a side, my songs ain't gotta be long but short and sweet, so you know its me leaving this beat fully complete with heat, I don't rap , I just talk over beats in a rhythm