[HOOK] Yeah this the come up, Wildin’ out like a stunna. Hand rolled cigarettes In the lambo jet, what up. Bitch, shut up. A bandit ridin public tansit. Busin’ it to class, I can school you, brain damage. Style mismanaged, Middle finger, phalanges. Told me to fuck off, But now the lame straight stranded. Expandin’ my repertoire, Strivin’ for prolific. You dis it, but mane, Im getting down to business. What is this? Burnt bridges for Christmas? Homie I ain’t movin weight, This aint LA fitness. Or is it? Naw, im just playin, doe. Laid low, since my plateau, But now im ready go. Flow Al Pacino So, class desmissed. Like back be-fo I present tense this reminisce.. Cents, I more than two, Opiniated operator. Complicated meanings, Chew on tracks like a now and later. [HOOK] Never catch me politikin, Swiss neutrality. To my lane im stickin, The rhyme scheme a tragedy. Two finger peace. The only sign im throwin up. Screw hittin greens, My personality high enough. Stratosphere flexin, The air gettin’ mighty thin. Like it was emaciated, Meth head, pack it in. Pacquiao prize fighter, Certified heavy weight. I might not have a belt, But you know that I keep it straight. Communicate, But nobody listenin. So listen in close, Ignorance is a deadly sin. Blows to the chin, Homie, I don’t got a glass jaw. No clay feet, Achilles tendon, I saw’d it off. Goin’ off, like alarm clocks, Stuff the ballot box. SWIM Records president, I’m sick, call me small pox. … I’m sick, call me small pox. SWIM Records president, I’m sick, call me small pox. [HOOK]