| I run the track by lacing the strings and the bass kicks
|
| That’s the basics
|
| And then wear the loop like bracelets
|
| I will forever write thorough
|
| And if you were to see how much it grosses out, you might hurl
|
| Just shows you how my future’s looking brighter
|
| I shouldn’t be tooken lighter than that welterweight division decision when
|
| booking fighters cause I’m
|
| As big as the Brooklyn writer from the East Coast
|
| As a deceased ghost and here’s an increased dose
|
| Of that raw exquisite
|
| Haven’t been down since I came up
|
| So I feel like I defy The Law of Physics
|
| In this time I’m containing the plan
|
| To drop a jewel on whoever the weakest link in your chain of command
|
| I know these lines up high above your head propelling
|
| Y’all hit the mainstream to catch air time something like parasailing
|
| I know where you felling, but I don’t care and telling
|
| I don’t spare melons, so on the snare I’m tearing your cerebellum |