Everybody act up. You pussy rappers mad sus
Ditch the roach clip, yeah, you pussy rappers gassed up
Bitch, I'm from the city. I don't need to act tough
No, I never flash, but just know I keep the strap tucked
No front, Imma knock out your gold fronts
Knock you off your pedestal and toss you like a smoked blunt
Global warming rappers hot. I'll bring the cold front
Life's merely but a gamble, homie, you don't fold once
And ya'll can focus on the fame instead
I'll run this shit with wisdom in a city that you claim to rep
You talkin' all that shit, homie. You better save your breath
I'm working 24/7 while you lay in bed
Yeah, I often stop to erase while y'all just copy and paste
Man, y'all just sloppy mistakes
Y'all trip over my wordplay. It's probably laced
I got bars like a pharmacy that's locked in a cage
Yeah, it's the pious kid
So righteous. I'm the highest, shit
It's the pious kid
So righteous, shit, I'm the highest
It's the young inner indigo child
Fin to go wild. Refuse to be a clinical trial
Yeah, these uptown politicians shitty like a rectum
Biblical clips from all angles of the spectrum
I say I got God and you could tuck a glock nine
Jump the gun, you'll catch these hands quicker than a pop fly
Euthanize the masses
The truth, they hide in classes
It's do, or die reaction
It's proof. The mind is madness
Dead body in the 'burbs, pigs found him in the grass
It's survival of the fittest got my county on my back
Got some Lost Souls, Nobodies, aiming with their third eye
You better not get hit
You better not get hit
Yeah, it's the pious kid
So righteous. I'm the highest, shit
It's the pious kid
So righteous, shit, I'm the highest