Three

[Intro]

When you stay ready you ain't gotta get ready, Parks

Understand that

[Verse 1]

Microphone check, it's something new y'all rage

These views only prelude from the dude on stage

I'm old school, so my mind is in a New York state

Still feel like I'm the best rapper in the New York State

Though I'm a Jersey City product, we like two doors away

Maybe I'm just the best rapper whipping New York plates

Indeed it be the God

If Fetty is the face of New Jerz, then you see how badly we needed I

Young doing it my way, that's Frank Sinatra

I might hang with you bloggers, but I bang with the mobsters

See me right in Hell's Kitchen having drinks over pasta

Need the fake to love the real so let me thank you impostors Bicoastal early, y'all hit the Daytons and Impalas

Started buzzing around the time Sporty Thievz kept saying "nada"

Emcees ain't even bother, and I don't know what's truly worse

Them wanting my spot or not knowing they gotta move me first

[Chorus]

You are now entering the mind of the sick

About as remarkable as it gets

Here's what they think about you

Here's what they think about you

You are now entering the mind of the sick

About as remarkable as it gets

Here's what they think about you

Here's what they think about you

[Break]

[Interlude]

Now, Parks, let me get back to my shit right quick. Now turn me up in my headphones, let me get back on my rage shit right quick though. But turn the lights down in the booth, let's do this real quick. Look. It go

[Verse 2]

Few years, weights up, still sleep, wake up

Bitches know the stakes up since I beat my case up

Hip hop shit list, look at these bastard men dress

I'm just taking back what's owed, and adding interest

Maybe just my love died, loud lit above high

Slugs fly, eyes scrubbed dry, still a thug cries

All this paraphilia versus my necrophilia

How are they record dealing ya? I wasn't ever feeling ya

This feeling equates professional weapon, can't seal it, bruh

Deuce deuce, .380, a chopper Beretta millia

Hov said 30 is the new 20, me, I feel like 30 is the new 40

I bought 30 new 40s

A bitch moving pills get 30s to move off me

Just watch how you moving in Jersey, it's too costly

And memory with candles is where the energy laying you

Protect me from my loved ones, enemies I can handle

If you talking Slaughterhouse please refer to "SlaughterMouse"

Think twice before you blink twice, you gotta roll with mouth

Got you birds popping, it's Korver or Kurt Warner mouse

And I be dolo, nobody gotta come warn the mouse

Used to take drives through the tunnel, we getting offers now

Smelled my men a soda (Minnesota), it's teddy, I bridged the water's mouth

Live from the Horror house, calling out

Done with all this drawing mouth

Duke with all the Terry Bradshaw about

Kill spree, cops should look after

Y'all be yelling free your mans, I yell at my man stop getting captured

And all my Irvington niggas over on Lyons put one in the air for Rev. Ron

You know we rock with the pastor, moment of silence

[Outro]

Put one in the air with me right quick. Bruh, we love you, rest in peace. All my Newark niggas what up? All my niggas over at Chancellor, what's good? Surf, I see you, on neighborhood. What up? Anywhere there's real niggas around, I'm right at home. Alright, bring my drums back in a minute. I like this bass though. I don't think that's gonna change no time soon though