[Intro]
Yo rest in peace to Speaker Knockerz
This one’s for you, man
I see everyone talking shit but you dead
Ima really make’ em mad yo

[Verse]
I been calling
Could’ve seen you falling;
Fuck that; don’t try my knowledge
Back from that deep dive
Came up from my last track
Grabbed the choppa and went out
I been balling and spending;
Them hoes low-key tripping
Bad bitches and 4 cars
Tryna bait us to their trap house
Hell no I ain't stupid, people think they can fool me, screw this
I do this for the alias, You can fuck your self and use it
My flow is so appealing; Lil bozo’s still healing
I..bought myself two Glocks; I can’t wait to shoot it
Strapped on my back and glued to my loop ring
Lucrative and clueless
I’ll rain my success
Hold on; let me turn that shit on
Hit’em hard with my Realestate
Adamant still a candidate
Got nominated for head of state
Rejected for my brains sake
Im not here to pass a cake
Im here to make a message awake
Appreciate or I’ll make you dry
Pull back from your main take
Killin it with my deep lake
Never trust any rattlesnake
It’ll comeback to creep and break
A dogs unit behind my back
HEY, JAKEs
Come at me and shake it
My flow gave you a heart ache
Ima keep it real, with no shame
Back out, with no mistake
My broads; like an outbreak
I’ll find your ass and I’ll snatch your soul
Fuck your hoe and catch your flow
Man up don’t be a crepe
People say I sound like drake
Fuck that; I’ve been doing this shit for god knows how long
Pull up Wearin all black; with a mask on
Get ready; my Glocks are drawn
I’ll shoot you and reload
Ill chop your head and flee the state
Kill every person that saw your fate
I don’t care if you an inmate
I care about that heart rate
Im here to show my innovate
This shit gets me motivate
I’ll watch you guys; nominate
I’ll make my work; meditate
I never rehearse; just drop the verse
Got asked; to stop this curse
I’ve been in this world for 16
Just say goodbye, Bobby Jean
Yes that's my queen
My sweet little 16
Excuse me I dosed on Leen
Don’t fuck with me or I’ll shoot it up
I’ll chop your broad; in a cup
Take off your makeup
Now you must wake up
He need’s a shot of adrenaline
To stop actin feminine
Music is a medicine
Your shit is not relevant
My bars are developing
I'm usually a gentleman
My alias is Edison
Psychological medicine
Coming from a veteran
American; Comparison
From Chiraq not Dubai
Not a fool but always wise and yo; goodbye