Lyrics: Verse I (uMaNg) - Check it out, f*ck your good morning, you can shove & break your foot on it, I leave the fake Suge Knights in our hood haunted/, the masked devil, urban legend I dash with a black rental & cast metal up through your glass window/ I spit rhodium the rolling barrel eclipse all of you wordsmith till I'm in the Smithsonian/ I represent the podium & smash it to pieces, watch slivers scratch your eyes while they stab in the deep-end/ standing & screaming you ain't got no fan in the ceiling, bars like my label they ain't got no plan to release 'em/ lion's grit, rule with an iron fist, move on the silent tip, while y'all get me confused for the rising wind/, I'm bound to stop time, my rounds as loud as a glock-nine & inclination the sound of a dropped dime/, you down to rock rhymes, I'll have you concussed, out-shined & see your stars rotate counter-clockwise/, no amount of stop signs equal any sh*ts given, you live gimmicks, you're caricature a crisp image/ I carry the verse as condensed liquids then bury the dirt like cement mixers to marry the Earth & then kiss her/, I even brought flowers, suited-up & dropped out of life, open the box of elements & hopped down it/, I kick that moonshine addiction till you blue, blind with sickness, rap & death is a full-time commitment/ Chorus - (D REV) I,Smoke reefer yes Don’t,Don’t need your stress Owe,Only your head You,hold secrets that’s nothing. ...I can see why you deceitful I see right thru some people so, I,Do hustle deep Can ,Do what I please Tell,Who’s just a scheme Who’s ,You bustas be BLUFFIN...So I keep the heat discrete on me when feet on concrete Verse II (Halfcut) - Yo f*ck these rappers & the rappers that they imitate, I'm doper than the lines that you choppin' on your dinner plate/ I've been a great, my soul never disintegrate, these stars fall faster than a Ferrari on the interstate/, get up out my way & watch me innovate, when I'm in the zone, fucking up these beats has always been a trait/, I've been the sh*t, since a young-in in a booster chair, and always keep a chick that keep me harder than medusa's stare/ the truth is here, you ain't gotta look no further now, I wrote it down so it's premeditated murder blaow/, my mind spinnin' the studio my kitchen cheffin' up the divine wisdom & flip it like dime pitchin'/ it's the, kid that always keep a dime with him, or a nickel & two pennies these hoes I got too many/, these flows I got too nice, I'm raising these bars up, smackin' celebrities the only way that we starstruck/ Chorus - (D REV) I,Smoke reefer yes Don’t,Don’t need your stress Owe,Only your head You,hold secrets that’s nothing. ...I can see why you deceitful I see right thru some people so, I,Do hustle deep Can ,Do what I please Tell,Who’s just a scheme Who’s ,You bustas be BLUFFIN...So I keep the heat discrete on me when feet on concrete
