(Verse 1)

These fake woke rappers, talking like politicians
He think he the top dog, you’re bottom bitches
Every time I’m spitting, there’s a column written
You should keep your thoughts to yourself, that’s just my opinion
You don’t have to paint me in the finest image
Grimey like the Nineties, let 'em try me
They gon' rob him for his shiny pendant
He going broke in the diamond district
Five percent tint, in designer denim
Snatch a pint to sip, I speak in tongues and write in hieroglyphs
Grim reaper’s scythe, my blunt punch like Tyson fists
Walking to the store with my dad, the crib had rats and roaches
Mad ferocious, smack you with the hand that I bag the dope with
I rap in code, my path was chosen
Bragadocious on the track, I'll fucking snap into a Magnum Opus
I be feeling stuck in the game, think the paddle frozen
Fuck the nigga', I be flicking ashes while the casket open
Never fronted like the smartest in the room, 'cuz that could be your doom
I’ve seen first hand how an artist get consumed
When the market could balloon
So I’m sharpening my tools for any offers I could choose

(Hook)

Pull up to the spot looking crazy fly
Puffing on some smoke, got a lazy eye
I put five on the wrist, like I’m waving hi
Say goodbye, test me, that’s the day you die
I used to sleep with the money, the shit was good to look at
Private chefs in the crib, they asking us where to cook at
Rebound the pack, yeah this a put back
Bitch I’m back like cooked crack

(Verse 2)

I can feel your energy, I’m bouncing off it
Fiends used to have the big mirror, sniff ounces off it
Good for an hour and then crash like the housing market
Life is a gamble, pick a number, powerball it
Politicians cop dope too, I got a pal in office
I don’t have the time to negotiate a thousand offers
Still got a shooter to the table, like Kyle Korver
Brought 'em back to the green, he Al Horford
I don’t do the social gatherings, they be lame as fuck
Look at all the dope I’m packaging, tryna' make a buck
A.I. ain’t known for practicing, but he laced 'em up
I’ve been chasing greatness for a while, I'mma wait for what?
We tryna' maximize the net gain
While y’all argue about who got the best chain
He thought it was sweet, 'til the feds came
Nigga' got swept, like the Nets game
That’s a tough loss, let your head hang

(Hook)

Pull up to the spot looking crazy fly
Puffing on some smoke, got a lazy eye
I put five on the wrist, like I’m waving hi
Say goodbye, test me, that’s the day you die
I used to sleep with the money, the shit was good to look at
Private chefs in the crib, they asking us where to cook at
Rebound the pack, yeah this a put back
Bitch I’m back like cooked crack