Mobius

[Verse 1: Consequence]

I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills

Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels

They say Illuminati and other ordeals

Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal

And now it's more real than it is for any other star

And that's enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar

I should probably get awards where the Emmys are

For how I deal with the pap like Remy Ma

I get in the car like a sniper's on the roof now

But don't confuse how you see me have to move now

I got bars like a cypher's in the booth now

Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier

'Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia

'Long as they say my name right in the media

If you don't, that's a sin like Cincinnati

'Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys

I been spittin' at the camera like Trick Daddy

So swaggy, he could've broke up with IG

I ain't surprised that they broke up on IG

I got the game on IV, might as well have a live feed

Keep a fresh cut from IB

So I always match the picture in my ID

They packin' Dub C had ran with Mack 10

I was still a baby Similac then

And what the crack era did to black men

It had to be an error if you had a Cadillac then

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

How I rock mine, I throw it up

Makin' sure that you niggas all are on the same page

Powerful force, you better look both ways

Fuck that, I'm chokin' niggas, it's goin' down

I'm from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sounds

Skip town, hit 'em with impeccable pound

Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon' drown

Rip shit—ayo, wait, wait, wait, wait—

I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again

You already know the script, roundhouse kick

She lookin' at me, lickin' her lip

Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with a dip

With yo' bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt

I got the half moon clip, that's banana

A good planner, a new anger like a larger Bruce Banner

Out the house, nigga, if you open your mouth

Man, nigga, if you open your mouth

Fuck the press, I'm leavin' every room in a mess

Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin' soda

Keep it movin', keep the convo short

And bring a case of Henney (case of Henney)

House of pain, I control many (control many)

House of lies, you niggas go run, hide

Peep the way this vibe conflict with they real lives

(Nigga) Fanatic shit, we go bizarre (we go bizarre)

Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical

National animal rulin' like a czar

Every time I black for the record, the shit splatter

The whole batter, no bullshit, the boom bapper

I pull the gat up, whip the shit, cook the batter

When I pull up on niggas, even your momma gon' scatter

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