Hopping out the drop that shit floating slow
Like a ghost my lil shorty with me, she glowing gold
They know I'm dope and I know they know like I'm Shawty low
Type of talent just couldn't happen in a happy home
Proud of this I remember when I had no pot to piss
Got the grip, case they want plot, outline 'em like hieroglyphs
Synonyms with project buildings down at the bottomless pit
In my metropolis
Bodies drop after arguments I'm
From the era you face your terrors
No oculus rift
Just watch your mirrors I spot you near us
I'm robbing you bitch
Take your Yeezys
You make it easy
No stopping it
Apocalypse ain't no comic books
I'm the god if this
Niggas hating, they wonder why I'm so problematic
Who's mad at me
Montreality's probably a
Why won't you at me
Too busy posting and tagging
All these clone rappers' man most of them dope addicts it's sad
Elevate your own
And I'm a take the throne
Chopper in your face
Spit like crazy bone
Better mind your business
I'll split your wig and don't stain my clothes
Or I can make the call eradicate you all
Like I'm
Thanos
Donkey Kong country banana jammed in the handle
Your shorty dance to my anthems
(Whoa)
No holding back I'm a vandal
I'm the holy man in the sandals
When it comes to rap and the samples
Here to motivate even with older age
It's flowing in my veins I got that Kobe game
Smoking strains
What I wrote is doper than Novocaine
Tore the page out and went off the top
I'm a ball of flames
Snobby, suck me off at local show
And when no one came
It was all the same just bare witness I'm Hall of fame