In the yo, with some shooters and they smokin zones
Sheri back, threw the pack, DND the phones
Niggas talkin bout me I can feel it in my bones
I'm too busy catchin racks to be castin stones

Breakin bread off broken English fuck a broken promise
Feelin like I'm Nostradamus stackin 4's I hope for commas
Punches like Saitama flow contain piranhas line em up
Gambling man since 96 I bet on myself when times is tough
Hit the lab with heavy camp I write the gas they grind it up
Room full of Purple Haze, turn my paper into maze
Check the mirror see the glaze, probably shoulda brought some shades
Rolling Stone how I'm stackin bands
Fill my pockets look like I got on Bo Jackson pants
My last show, line outside the door was traffic jam
That ain't no happenstance
Owner said "well I'll be damned" and threw my ass a cash advance
Not your average rapper, man
Threw my fear up in the furnace with my backup plans
Herbal tea up in a thermos so my voice is perfect, diamonds melted sherbert
12 lurkin always searching me for pack but never snatch a gram
Fuck a stop and frisk, 16s smoother than some lobster bisque
Valet toss the keys to the rocket ship
Space Is the Place, lil shorty got me weaker than our gun laws
Pussy so hot it's like I'm tryna hit the sun raw
Turn my volume up, fourth wall broken
Brain smokin flame stokin chain golden like a game token
Gang totin thangs hoping they might hit a stain
Drizzle when I get on stage, we could use a bit of rain

In the yo, with some shooters and they smokin zones
Sheri back, threw the pack, DND the phones
Niggas talkin bout me I can feel it in my bones
I'm too busy catching racks to be casting stones
In the yo, with some shooters and they smokin zones
Sheri back, threw the pack, DND the phones
Niggas talkin bout me I can feel it in my bones
I'm too busy catching racks to be casting stones

20 seasons to put it bluntly I'm seasoned
Flow database is artesian the Florida in me gon keep it from freezin
Margiela loafers with lesions, black on black like I'm grieving
Quick to sell if they fiendin I got bout 500 reasons
Neck and wrist got cohesion, the baguettes are Parisian
Diamond structure uneven, over terrace they peekin
Lotta niggas is sneakin, doin dirt in the shadows cuz in the sunlight they weaken
Monday to Thursday I cook it so I can serve on the weekend
Get the checks from the labels I gotta sow what I'm reapin
I'm on my shit and they peepin
Couple deals up on the table but a nigga ain't leapin
Promise I ain't signin shit until I get what I'm seekin