[Verse 1]
Peep the fly shit
Jewels get dropped, rocked and taken
Queens in this bitch word up it's no fakin'
I bust my rhymes is ill too, essential
My whole life change once I peeped my potential
No options, stay clocking like a gold Residential
Sitting on the stash with the math's confidential
Spitting for the street my flow is non-residential
Physically a beast but don't sleep on the mental
Candidate for the Mensa society
The way I create and flip words with variety
Boss as I lay a man down with no anxiety
Self-taught shooter takes my left to get a tech to rise
A hundred pair of 95s but I barely exercise
If it's beef I'm on your block in my best disguise
And that's means I'm not draped in Polo
I usually dress like I'm about to take a photo
Salute the wardrobe my closet is a tabernacle
That means I'm the flyest in back like a Pteradactyl

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[Verse 2]
Don't get it fucked up, my rhymes still oil-based
I'll put you in the ground, turn you into a soil face
Ignore papes, too busy getting money to spend it
It's splendid the way my people push fly Vs that's never rented
Jewel know internally, glisten inadvertently
Bitches talk shit but I never let it burden me
I'm too fly for that, I just bag me a new one
Probably test her out in the park like a new gun
Run with the best thugs, clique got the fresh dubs
Plus I get it in like J-Love with the best ofs
Yeah, my tech challenges will eat you up gradually
Makes you burn like a tennis ball on a Agassi
Actually a casualty is nothing to the kid
I flee the scene and come back with my peops to show 'em what I did
You know my M.O. I be right up in your crib
Peace to my nigga P while he about to go up and do his bid
Hold your head son