Yeah, you're so cliche, you're the new Rove ReachThat come up hard as a youth, a new No Peace You hit that lick, we switch to a new motifAnd a whip with two low seats, a new goateeYou say you wanna live fast, gettin' paid in cash Puffin' the most gas and dyin' a car crashYou never learned math in school, you cut class So you can't count what's in a clip, you just blastI 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, bullshitterThe streets is a bitch, you up in the club with her You should cease and desist, but you're too in love with herWe pass the baton like a drum major at Howard We transfer the power for salt, water, and flourMy pen Patrick Dower, Akira Kurosawa My ideas is gunpowder, secure the towerThat overlooks a graveyard full of canceled niggas Who paid ransoms when they made handsome figuresGuilt and bad business'll make a man religious I'm indifference and friend, Sanford and Sanford BiggersSave the revelry if you tryin' to lower level me I be over 70, flippin' the script regularlyKnow the L Holder bout to be you instead of me Why? Cause you a ***, I'm a Dick GregorySendin' every opponent disciplinary notice Arterial motives begin, caress a lotusEven if uncertain, I bet you I never showed it You checkin' for me to choke, I suggest you adjust your focusThey heard me rhymin', they wanna know where they find me at The grimy cat from the Main Street trenchesInsomniac, three in the morning, lurkin' in that Pontiac Where I'm from, you gotta take your poleEven when you go to the laundry mat Niggas try to line me, but I had time to reactWe spend the same day in the day after we slide back Empty the mop in broad day and leave some body whackHe tried to run, three or four shots hit him inside his back And that gon' fit anybody that rapThat Buffalo nigga that catch the body's back Hold up, rewind me backThey heard me rhymin', they wanna know where they find me at The grimy cat from the Main Street trenchesInsomniac, three in the morning, catch me inside the trap Knockin' off a 90 pack, right by the door with a Mac-98After the deal, the label still wanna sign me back The contract worth a few mil', but I ain't signin' thatInsomniac, three in the morning, catch me inside the trap