[ Perrion ] Verse 1 -
Unh
I need an explanation
For the hatin in this generation
I guess niggas feel deflated
When you on a road to greatness
Patiently waitin since I was a toddler
Noddin to niggas who was mobbin
Deep in Queens with my brother and father in a Honda
Now picture how im pitchin that
Pitchin crack
With my written raps
Wit a bitch
Sittin on my lap
Niggas feelin wack
Swear im finna tax niggas
Who wanna hear my shit on wax
Watch ya back
For these snake-ass, fake,
Tell the jake-ass niggas
They be chillin in the mountains
Finna Break Back,
Niggas know
Wonder how I come up wit these great tracks
Nigga
You woulda thought that I been spittin since eight-tracks
Was bigger
Figure
This little nigga
Been writin since Jigga
Was tight wit Dame
We need somethin more inticin in the game
Whats the name muhfucker?
We standin right here
We’ll appear in rare form like flex while shiftin gears
In the new whip
Color of Cool Whip
They askin who shit on the sample
Lupe, the half spanish dude eatin spanish food
Suckin danish boobs in Atlanta
Wit too much time on his hand
Met with Ruin made a fuckin masterplan
Ask the man himself
Bitch im tryna manage wealth
Spit a couple dope bars that’ll surely damage health
Nigga
Check the opus
Bitch im focused
Whats the motive
I dont know but hocus pocus
Couldn't play a fuckin joke on this
Token black smoker kid
Goin on the openin
Like im fuckin a girl after she unfold from the lotus stance
Nigga

[ Bryant Dope ] - Verse 2
Unh
Unh
The flow im pitchin got me hittin wit perfect percision
I hope that your listenin
The rhythm is rugged and wicked
Like the composition
Where
All of the rhymes are written
Like cotton im pickin
Lines from fields of my mind, im rippin
Those like gold ropes
From the neck of hoes
Who shine with flashy clothes
And tip on four Vougues
Unh
Im off beat in the dome like a bad snare
A young nigga from Queens who dont fuckin care
I know a gang of niggas who blaze and pull triggers,
Got bodies and count figures,
Rob women and stab bitches
I dont be wit them
But they my niggas tho
Move slow
Or ya crew is fallin like dominoes
I done known
Bitches in my city who are down to go
But they all fake
Like the Louie clutch that they hold
Now she know
She was just a ho to me and my niggas though
I am gone
Blowin that good shit, Cali grown
I am known
In my city
And in yo town
Queens kids comin up just to tear it down
I am crowned
Unh
Prince of my city
More puffy, less Diddy
More money, more titties
Go
[ Joey Badass ] - Verse 3
I been killing 'em, Your bitch been feeling him
Ya'll can't be serious like films Ben Stiller in
Nobody iller than him at the top of his adrenaline
Flow sweet like cinnamon, Name a chick that I ain't swimming in
Uh, got flow for days, I'm sure to get paid if
They hate the price on son's life, it's sure to get raised
But there's no break when I got you pinned in
Said it uno, dos, tres then fin, I let him swim with like
Mad fishes, In the cut like mad stitches
I know you mad bitches mad how my style switches
So, frequently be freaking MC's with these frequencies
These freaking trees got me soaring over freaking seas
Too many freaking G's claim they make that deus pop
Please, the only thing you ever squeeze was your juicebox nigga
And you know it, cause real G's don't have to show it
Got your head in the clouds, big homie gotta get you focused
But no, it's all a part of the business, don't take it personal
It must be hurting you to know I could be merkin' you
At will, whenever I feel, this shit get realer
Foe squealers give the beats out to the nigga Dilla
I shine like crystals, Never held a pistol
Never packed a tool, but that don't mean that I won't fix you
Who is you? I don't give a F, I do it effortless
Tell your messengers, they can get opened like beverages
Da fuckin' specialist