[Intro]
Uh, Act Lo shit
DITCD, what up? Astra, nigga, haha
Yo
Huh, this shit crazy
Yo
[Verse]
Me and my bitch ate Valentine's dinner then watched Smack DVD
I put her on the Mook vs. Party Arty, and she asked why I don't party hardly
This rap shit ain't a hobby
I'm in the booth spittin' retardedly, feel like 50 on "Heat", every bar feels like a new car to me
I feel like P when he wrote "Return of the Mack"
Might just flood shit like Max, I want my name talked about from the barber shop to your bitches' group chat
Told Karsh Capper he's hired, now let's go and shoot that
Silk glow, pocket square for the blowback
No Selmy, I'm stabbin' niggas like New Jack
Tell niggas to they face that you and your crew wack
Ain't just bars, my nigga, we really do that
Know some niggas that'll feel attacked, the talent is vast
At your expense, we laugh, this comedy has a terrible cast
Seen some niggas' faces that I wanna plant to the mat
Came to make art that's abstract
Peace treaties, we past that, your numbers low within the Nasdaq
Got one on the head and two at the shaft
The fruits of bein' a master of my craft
It's just energy that I attract, to me, these niggas got to adapt
Niggas can hate, it's a blessin' that y'all react
Them statements, y'all gotta redact
Came in the ring in Dunks like the Killa Beez
We all can't be big, somebody gotta be ceased
And to be fair, that's not gonna be me
I been had my degrees, chose street dreams over Ivy League
Now my ego gotta be appeased, and that's pricey
Niggas tried playin' Chess when the situation is dicey
Friend or foe, I don't take the people kindly
Told niggas they can't out-grind me (Nah)
Choppin' the game down to the white meat
Dice with perfect symmetry
Crucifyin' niggas like Undertaker in the Corporate Ministry
[Outro]
Ayy
I swear, this shit too easy, man, yo
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