Yeah, you're so cliche, you're the new Rove Reach
That come up hard as a youth, a new No Peace You hit that lick, we switch to a new motif
And a whip with two low seats, a new goatee
You say you wanna live fast, gettin' paid in cash Puffin' the most gas and dyin' a car crash
You never learned math in school, you cut class So you can't count what's in a clip, you just blast
I feel your mind spinnin' in place and just bufferin' And all you try and see is some place with less sufferin'
Or make a lot of big blue faces just hustlin' What could I say that you would embrace? I guess nothin'
This isn't an attempt to reach you and your hitters The last thing you do is bullshitter, bullshitter
The streets is a bitch, you up in the club with her You should cease and desist, but you're too in love with her
We pass the baton like a drum major at Howard We transfer the power for salt, water, and flour
My pen Patrick Dower, Akira Kurosawa My ideas is gunpowder, secure the tower
That overlooks a graveyard full of canceled niggas Who paid ransoms when they made handsome figures
Guilt and bad business'll make a man religious I'm indifference and friend, Sanford and Sanford Biggers
Save the revelry if you tryin' to lower level me I be over 70, flippin' the script regularly
Know the L Holder bout to be you instead of me Why? Cause you a ***, I'm a Dick Gregory
Sendin' every opponent disciplinary notice Arterial motives begin, caress a lotus
Even if uncertain, I bet you I never showed it You checkin' for me to choke, I suggest you adjust your focus
They heard me rhymin', they wanna know where they find me at The grimy cat from the Main Street trenches
Insomniac, three in the morning, lurkin' in that Pontiac Where I'm from, you gotta take your pole
Even when you go to the laundry mat Niggas try to line me, but I had time to react
We spend the same day in the day after we slide back Empty the mop in broad day and leave some body whack
He tried to run, three or four shots hit him inside his back And that gon' fit anybody that rap
That Buffalo nigga that catch the body's back Hold up, rewind me back
They heard me rhymin', they wanna know where they find me at The grimy cat from the Main Street trenches
Insomniac, three in the morning, catch me inside the trap Knockin' off a 90 pack, right by the door with a Mac-98
After the deal, the label still wanna sign me back The contract worth a few mil', but I ain't signin' that
Insomniac, three in the morning, catch me inside the trap