| Wasn’t used to taking orders if I ruled, my apologies |
| I never been a follower, I’m addicted to the power |
| So I studied the remains of the game, I’m an archaeologist |
| More money, more problems |
| That’s a tough pill to swallow if you ain’t about that shit that you be talkin |
| Three holes in his head, bowling balled him |
| Who’s brawling now |
| You calling God but shit means so he gotta hear one of us |
| I can give him a chance to meet you if you if you want to |
| Cool Cat backing that cone up, ooh, I got a boner |
| Please show me my opponent |
| You and your homie, he with you, that’s a bonus |
| 1−1, 2 shots, that’s a bonus |
| Never had squad, tried keeping up with the Joneses |
| Try wearing off-knocks, niggas popular with Junior |
| Nigga I was hungry 'fore the a I was homeless |
| I honed in my skill, sharp sword swings along for the moment |
| Atonement in my tone |
| On the ship is the only shit that I’ve been voyaging |
| Voices in my head and then I go record it |
| I’ve been ordered by the lord |
| Kill the beat, leave the dead horse |
| I’ll swordsman, sportsman shit |
| That’s horseshit, copious corpses |
| Outsourcing for resources |
| You got a gun, we got assortments |
| They make appointments, joint rolling, join forces |
| And we rejoice when real niggas lift their voices for the voiceless |
| Uh, uh, yeah |
| Aw shit, uh |
| Aw fuck man |
| Niggas, uh, yeah |
| Fuck a |
| Let the machine, uh (Yeah) |
| Yeah, let the machine |
| Let that machine |
| Stash boxes for the straps in the navigator |
| Don C alligator |
| A lot of rappers they just imaginative, exaggerators |
| Box landed, take them packs and put them on the calculator |
| Weigh it and stash it bro, I’m coming back to bag it later |
| That bitch bad, I’mma bag her then go stab her later |
| Got the pussy free, I didn’t have to pay her |
| Got the bags so trust me if I come to that I have the paper |
| But I’m just that nigga, I ain’t have to get her drunk or incapacitate her |
| Yeah, I’m MVP form like Shaq for Lakers |
| Ain’t no silverware in the trap, fuck it grab the hanger |
| Ratchet sprayer, Buffalo got the highest murder rate in New York state |
| That’s a fact, check the stats and data |
| I was deep in the trenches |
| Homeless in Atlanta, sleeping on benches |
| Now bitches see me in this Benz and it’s peakin' their interest |
| Dawg caught a body L-I-F-E was the sentence |
| He gave his life to God, seeking repentance |
| Yeah |