I enter a universe of universally versatile
Verses and rhymes in a cold-current quaternary quartile
Trying to defend my goals on this court, but I got four fouls
Fuck everything in the store, I abort style
I can't afford the gold watches, so I buy the quartz now
Fuck Gucci, I knew my album is equivalent to snorting powder
Industry creating music for artists, they distort how
The forte of a release date according to these hoards, wow
The black intellect inspected the internet to introspect
On his self-reflecting lack of self-respect
And you niggas talk to me, like niggas trying to disrespect?
Pull the plugs on you rap mothafuckers, disconnect
This that street hustle mothafucker, I'm this connect-ion
You don't wanna get next-to, me when I'm on my tec-spit
Dead bodies in my trunk, join the collection
Hungry for this rap shit , my bones anorexic
I take my complexion, make it more complex than
A mental ward for hip hop, then nigga I am checked in
R I P to realest, my nigga you're deception
Start beef with me, you will never see the end of it-
NWI, Nigga With Insight
I ain't east or motherfucking west side
Bitch I'm in my own side, rocky on a rope climb
Niggas fiending four bars, every fucking dope line
Reading the reports now?
Hit a lick with Steve Morses' style
In a few years I'll have a Porsche spyder sitting court-side
Obviously it's a game, cause I abhor trial
Log off of them servers, you won't be back for a while
AFK Forever; You will never forget to remember
You Cinderella with little glass slipper
I'm a cinder-block nigga with a big black lever
You ain't never gon' rap, well niggas never say never!

(Hook)
Fuck contention, I'm trying to get that attention
Fuck discretion, I'm trying to send that message