[Verse 1: G.L.A.M.]

Made a track wrote a rap safe to say they both mine, found it so astounding I asked myself to be my co-sign, oh my looked at my watch and saw it was go time so time to make you niggas rewrite your whole rhyme

Beats per hour it only took me a second you can hit the bong, but I am the resent you peasant so gifted I need a ribbon no reason I don't ask for presents realness in attendance not many present they say this mixtape is better than most your albums I could've had me some features had to do it without them in the end I waited I don't place blame was my decision should've never let you niggas rob me of my momentum not saying to be offensive knew it wasn't intended haters can say what it is, they only say what it isn't heard a critique that I'm rapping too much in double time hold up that just mean that I'm trying to double my grind

And astounding to me you niggas sound like 2000 and 3 and allowing of me I pound the beat soundwave so hard that I ground every beach

Fly around all you freaks, circus you a clown so to speak mind somewhere down at the beach trying to be profound in a week

Me and mama chin deep we barely breathing, so no sympathy for you niggas thats eating I got a father who's mentally ill he gave me his sickness and skill to barter holy water then splash all of my demons prayers for all my peoples that's sending synonyms for these Benjamins swimming in pools of zimmermans knew the verdict was guilty, sadly the system is filthy whatevs they can give a fuck if you innocent or even if you a part of something benevolent anchor us with rocks in a box so they seal us in that's why I dropped I rock from my name I am the granite they taking their chances standards are in my stanzas

And when the question who be busting fucking shit up it's nothing you stunting cause I'll be your favorite answer uhh