Damn, I forgot to do something, let me see, uh, oh yeahMy brother Diaz made thisI bet the witnesses scared as * as they sketch the imagesFor the detectives trying to stop my weekly murder spreeRap media talk about rappers like they ain't heard of meDiscussing the best bar for bar, I hear Royce, I hear him, I hear ThorI hear Lupe, hear Kendrick, hear Cole, hear a whole lot of rappers that'll tell you to your faceWhen crooked spit murder is the case, niggaI got my start with those niggas who robbed Starter Co.School of Hard Knocks, Honor Roll, Hard Knocks, Sean Carter, FlowI rap like I started the whole hip-hop universeSwallowed the God particle and vomited a Nas articleI call an audible, the fans are gonna cheerBut the casual fans just want the album of the yearAnd the purists only want an album with PremiereMeanwhile, I'm in Cali, khaki-sagging on the pierLike what's happening over hereI only rap with juggernauts, them other niggas is scaredThey studio doors double-locked, picture that making my hustle stopStill rocking watches I can't pronounce, like this hub a lotHublot, I don't know, man, I used to sip the cup a lotSun Instrumentals and Dead Beats when the rubber popI could put your coffin in a hearse, resurrect you, have you walking in reverseYou was dead in the first place, now you're dead in the second placeAt 2.05 in the lobby, one o'clock, I run the clock backwardsLinear timelines, somatic patterns, I could shatter Saturn, I could crack an atomI could teach the metaphysics to the average rapperI could speak to your picture and have you under the command of the pioneer clanBut damn, all you wanna hear about is drugs, niggaI know some crips that wear more red than blood, niggasBroke niggas that wear more polo than stud, niggasDrug addicts that rip their kids to the plug, niggaI grew up in the slums, grew up with the gunsDrink and brew up till I threw up on my onesA lunatic like that St. Louis cliqueStill baggin' a Lucy LouOff the dribble like Skip to my LouIn lieu of where I'm from, in lieu of who I've becomeI never do the gossip, I do you like Louis GossettYou a junior when I'm done, outcasted like IdlewildI don't * with R. Kelly now, cause he a pedophileSo it's King James, take his name off the Bible nowDecipher these recitals in these ciphersDescribe a modern day disciple nowBorn in my birth suit, yeah, really it's my earth suit, yeahReally I'm an idea that shot out the mind of GodAnd I'm just writing with his light that's shining inside me right nowI vowBefore I change my styleI'll hold a projectile to my eyebrowAnd squeeze like powThe weakest, the weakestY'all still rockin' with me?Yeah, hey yoI like this part of the beat right hereI want everybody to write a verse to this beatWrite a verse then come to my IG liveThe cool table and spit that *I'll see y'all next weekPeace