Yo, I told them chill with the cocky shit
Copy paste ass rhymes, they always wanted to rock on shit
Nah chill this is not what it was we popped in the front,
The cops down the block with the drugs, so get them if you want
It's probably cheaper than most, we took a vote
And you shouldn't have to sleep with the toast
So clean it up I told them I've been in the streets with the bums
They keep it blunt proud of myself I'll be sparklin one up
You know the God Wuzee brought it right back with the force
You're at a loss with the sauce you need to grab you a 'port
Spark it took the L Wuzee smooth as white zinfandel
Moved to hell still it's all cool you know we got the belt
I'm not pussy twat on the clock then mush me
Time for digits I rhyme relentless with the right intentions
The lightning flickers my time is really that expensive
You apprehensive get apprehended eating breakfast
Retrieve the necklace Gold links mean intentions
Deadly venoms spend the time on my watch
Forgot the shine know my rhymes are closer to God's
You know the power source

Coke blows all in her nose it kept her froze up
Dope flows is all that I know until I grow up
I hope so, so many shows need to be sewn up
And if the blunt smokes in the zone I'm like sho nuff
I showed up checked out the mic and then they gravitated
Advantageous you should really just be glad that I made it
Off the strength Wuzee rapping sedated
I drew a blank, Because I don't remember no bitch I dated
I'm sorry baby you will never get no clout off a rhyme And not a dime
Remind me not to waste up my time I caught the number nine
You know I'm headed back to the west to chase a check
Or maybe get some neck from a bitch
That's what my ex would think
Keep it sexy sphinx and a petty meme
Rock a mean peacock coat
Osrtich rings couldn't flock with the God
I just did my own thing and it was popular y'all
Wuze Allah with the sauce and we got the shit on the lawn
It's what

I let my hair grow to lock it
Got bad bitches that pop it
Product of the block, the hustle concealed Glocks
Still on the mission, the pot and pan edition
The recipes swell and cook well in kitchens
Land of the sharks. Still ridin' still fishin'
My kind never switchin' the bat at whoever pitchin'
We wishin' but not upon stars got deep scars
Used to walk the boulevard now we in fly cars
Cruisin black coffee haters bounce right off me
Pray for my demise blow clouds in blue skies
Mastermind say I organized the whole crime
Put it all together pull a pin watch it detonate
Ten long years with Allah heed I can't wait
Point of my life where I'm at the best shape
Open up the cage watch the rise of a true ape
What's poppin' dice your whole onion we get to choppin'
Best line in the game tell when they get to blockin'
Wall building trend setter cash no ass better
Still keep berettas in the lining of butter leathers