I'm patiently waiting for ya'll to quit the debatin'
Over, whetherillbe god or, whether ill be satan on em
Excorists couldn't wreck this %#@!, deep throat from hoes so cold I be hittin where they necklace is

Been at the bottom like texas is, still I'm spitting food for thought, just go plate it where yo breakfast is
brunch time with these lunch line spittas, I'm like kobe in 4th, turn into to a crunch time jigga
still you tryna captian crunch hairline triggers, you cant be serious, I kix it like a ceral killer

Till kingdom come, never done, im an imperial spitta
So many o's from these hoes I'm a cheerio hitta
My momma don't like where I'm headed but 9 to 5 never fly when you tryna be breaded

Ain't no venedetta but I'm stackin v-ictories, forget the secret, let her tell me what she wants me to see
Too many cover judgers, never open up the book
Too many mother $#&@ers never make it past the hook

That's all they want, something catchy, $#&@ the lyrics never hear em
Spittin heaven on the I87, come try and steer em
These gears in my mind turning 24/8, the extra day is to make time for all these ones slinging hate

I could open souls, now I'm on a roll like cheese
So cold with the flow, off the top with freeze
I could spit a 100 bars and they all like these

Getting better with every letter to make them d's
And now I smoke them trees just to see what they seeing
You only get one life so I'm just gon be what I'm being

Finna accumulate respect, and leave ya'll behind
The track fades like the button when you pressin rewind
Yeah, hit it so many times the track fades like the button when you pressin rewind