Do you overstand and can you underdig that
The Flow's nostalgic like thundercats and
Hip hop that real shit, 94 when niggas really spit
I'm a nu buck no Timberlands
I'll fuck your girl and then Instagram it
I'm low down stay highed up
Just to keep it funky y'all washed up
Like my latest whip, my latest kicks ain't touch cement
Air Jordan ones from '86
Black and Red with the Paint Chipping
While I lane switch and I'm still tippin'
My hat turned back with my music loud and 3 women in the back
One latin one black one caucasian
And a lot of mary jane for no occasion
In particular I'm ripping any nigga in every form of the word while I plot and I scheme
Keep that Semi like Prince Hakeem and keep my royal penis clean
See what I mean how I rip and devour the beat. (Uhh)
Pussies all cower and queef
Fathers grieve Rest in peace fucked around and fell victim to the 7 headed beast
Feasting with demons and dragons and shit you can't even imagine while laughing
My past never happened my african ancestry is a fragment of truth destroyed up in Athens
Where white lies were told
Gold got stolen and holy scrolls mask the underlying story of the Winter Solstice
Holy Ghosts and Souls got sold to the pope get a load of that shit

Hook 2x
I delegate with my delegates
No fucks given like I'm celibate
I'm turned up she turned out
So she better not be celibate
I'm young black and Intelligent
And it feels good to be relevant so
Fuck being irrelevant nigga fuck being irrelevant

You got a problem, then address it
Take it up with my Smith & Wesson
They say pain is the best professor
Well let me teach you ninjas a lesson
I'm out for riches nothing lesser
What is more I'm way better than any new nigga that's out
Cause most of them's whack (swak) like love letters
I shine the most, I grind the most
I got shit locked from coast to coast
It's La Cosa Nostra nigga I'm overall like overcoats
Coming soon like the death of the pope
Give em the rope let em hang they self
They ain't on my level they don't know my wealth
How the fuck they know me when I don't know myself *Bang*
Bloodclot, lick a shot! two time fe Biggie & Pac
These crackers wanna hold us back with Chief Keefs and Riff Raffs
Them boys is trash we need a new Em we need a new Nas we need a new Pac
But all we gettin is garbage and their promoting it like that shit's hot
But they'll flop soon with those pop tunes
It's a cold world when labels drop you
And we forget you and your fifteen minutes is almost through (Woo!)
Shouts out to Kendrick, Shouts out to Ab, Shouts out to the Zombies
Shoutout to Joey Bada$$ we gettin it