My Team, Supreme 2.0

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott] Today's agenda, a nation exterminating the pious Pray that you never die, don't dare to be deemed the highest Our right is founded by liars, righteous as my suppliers They wonder where my supply is (Nigga, where them beats?) Fuck a feature, my ether is equal to each of your own Embodied the balance of the world on my shoulders alone But God bless America, my Gs go hard Gs make dreams and these grams make gods I am so compelled, might as well proceed another step Never took a L, still fresh without the double X Manson, ransom, artificial anthems Ladies say he handsome, these niggas throwing tantrums Tripping to existence is often labeled as miscreants Cause we position it different, real hard to make sense of it Record labels making sense, we sensitive Now we acting senseless, fuck you, Architect for president [Verse 2: Meechy Darko] I'm on my freeze time, leaping in and out of portal shit You on your prick your finger from a thorn, mere mortal shit I'm on my Heath Ledger, I can't get my mind in order shit Hitler at a bar mitzvah, torturous, slaughter shit I am really that nigga, call it quits, get off my dick Give a camera the finger every time I hear a flick The code has been cracked and I am the glitch, do you hear this shit Like a rabbit turd, I swing on a track absurd My rhyme schemes and my bars infinite I hear your shit and get a little narcoleptic I admit you're kind of boring, I was out touring Stroking kittens with dimples that remind me of Lauren London on Thursday, Sunday I'm New Yorking Brooklyn be the birthplace, Kings County caucus Cut the malarkey, y-y-you don't want no problems Or drama, with zombies, get off me Some may say seeing him's like seeing God I see through all your transparency, oversee your façade Dog, I raise your card like the paintings of them hounds playing poker I'm Cesar Millan in the background taking notes The potent, smoke up, hoes on my scrotum Now the idle niggas always higher on the totem I go son, haters like hoes, they just wanna blow us With them calico bullet holes in my [Hook x2] My team, supreme, stay clean, lyrical dreams, zombie regime We be that, we at where the weed and LSD at On since I was born, no such thing as relapse [Verse 3: Bodega Bamz] Yo I got a vision Imma die before 40 At 20/20 my vision is blurred Trying to be the GOAT, without the curry These current rappers is worried They nervous, they want me hurried Hauled away, dead and buried Like Bernie, I keep the MAC The present I'm not receiving, the future just fades to black No racing against the past No sheep in my wolf pack I'm proud to be Latino Homie, that's a fact Line for line, no lies, my nigga that's action rap Fuck a swag, fuck a fashion I been there straight out the womb Kill for bills, even brides say R.I.P. to the groom Choke a broom, street sweep you Right across the room My eses calling me loco, my white boys calling my loom doom Motherfucker Boom boom boom Motherfucker Motherfucker my favorite word When I started I was serious Picture me now, I move mountains I keep it quiet, imagine making a sound [Verse 4: Zombie Juice] Big blunt nigga Big skunk nigga Wax that, dab that, puff puff nigga Fuck that, gotta shooter and we pop back Fix that, you're done though Supreme Allah, I be praying to the stars Trying to see better days, but my vision be impaired Look at the long hair Woo, I'm Rick Flair Back on the block, cut me a dutch, rolled up or what? Knot in my pants, Flee as the Devil don't know what to tell you Jealous guys Rappers should all die Talking shit about us like fucking suicide Already been shot, what, you trying to fucking die? Living for the now Winning in the future Electric Kool-Ade Nigga, we the movement Flatbush, baby Niggas really do this Run up in your crib like, "Nigga we done moved in!" And I done sold everything, LSD, good weed Back when still I played for 5000 E's Getting in for the low Spanking another ho Living life, new day, different state, another show Surpassing all these niggas that live on your TV screen We writing all the rules and I swear it's like a dream From the hollows of the Earth, call me Juice man Top Gods, dead or alive, it's no game