Oh shit
Oh, we about to kill this shit
Ayo
Yooo
Romeo
WHATS UP
Spit some shit real quick
Okay
Wheres it at, wheres it at, blowin' minds with Jay we good at that
Put my city on the map, man y'all gon' know just where we at
Like where we at, what we on, you know we up to no good bruh
Kill the beat like I should huh, it's time to eat - what a good lunch
I'm not even hungry just feeding my ego
Lost me some weight I done lost me some kilos
Not talkin bricks, shoutout to keto
Stealin my flow take it back like the repo
Gravely in danger my lord, Nito
Only thing sheathing my sword, speedo
Zwihander one handed, both feet are planted
One swing and it landed I stand there a hero
Ever met a Communist that doesn't like to share
A socialist who thinks things shouldn't be fair (me)
No affiliation with the damn Machine
On some renegade shit Zack De La Rocha (AH)
State of mind's Cosa Nostra, moving in my home town like a ghost Kenosha
Was a home to the Al Capones
Or a pile of bones to any victim that ain't sleep with a fish, cmon
We ain't playin' no games around here
We ain't talkin' about the color hat - John Deer
You prolly shouldn't hit my line - unless your mom is fine
Loboz on the track better get ready for homicide
My demeanor's pretty chill but I'm not calm inside
I come off innocent but I'm a killer in the end, no colonizer
Yoooo
That's a golden line, I'm on a roll this time
Back again, like I left for the shop first time seein' yo pops oh yeah we
Back again, boom bap infused with a lil trap trap no blap blap we
Back again, retro with a flow oh no here we go yap yap boi we
Back again, Return of the Jedi - hop on a red eye
Wish you could read my thoughts
Gotta keep my head high - Refill my dead eye
Bitch I stay supplied by the shots
Kinda mislead by - Credit cards at Best Buy
All of this debt got my stomach in knots
I don't got a style when I'm rapping G
I'm just raw as fuck - like packaged meat
And my pants are packing a python
Far from a nepo baby but boy is an icon, that's facts
I'm about to swipe you with a bright sword
Hate I had to write this on a white board
Tell me how he kills it every time lord
I could tell you right now I am quite bored
Put me in the mix you'll get a high score
Put me back together I am Cyborg
If you play my song you get advice or
See what we're sayin' you'll get an eye sore
Be afraid like the boogeyman just showed up
I'm at your head like a noogie, I must go nuts
I be keeping real, yet so abstract
Throw shade, I'll snap back, that's no cap, no Kodak but
I picture me with Kendrick reppin' pgLang
At the top but I don't really want that regal fame
Cuz I'm anxious
But I still fuck your bitch like I ain't shit
Dude I still can not believe I couldn't even pronounce Cosa Nostra right
Are they gunna come after me