[Verse]
Somebody call me the coroner, a n***a sleep, ain't wakin' up
It's round 20, so we shapin' up
Y'all still fake as fuck
Actin' like you drunk, holdin' paper cups
Save it n***a, hatin' is basic, n***as be lame as fuck
Rap circles 'round n***as, I circulate the block
Penetrate the rock, illuminate the dark
Mixed scribbles with beats, I'm niche baby, this is art
Yes it's art, {?} magical portraits, that decorate the slums
You can't spell prophecy without a "P" in it
I think I'm finally at peace with it
I'm at peace with the fact that, n***as can't imitate me
You paddling backwards if you think you finna race me
Levels to the pen, in spite the money making schemes
Sitting in my room, I scribe a picture perfect dream
Round of applause for the bullies in the building
Body after body they drop, I hope they feel him
Eyes wide open, we don't sleep til the money come
Why catch a breath, who you running from?
Okay I'm troublesome
I shit on your squad, y'all n***as bubble-gum
Saxophone singing my thoughts, now get a drummer some
Intricate lyrics, I'm sleeping on n***as
The paraplegic
Laying on a orthopaedic cushion for spitters
Back to the business, back to the bone
Back to the realness, back to the killers
It's gym n***a, back to the fitness
Calling rappers out
Wanna rap? Then rap
You trap, then trap
We missing fans though, clappers clap
React with facts, I'm back like backshots
A gem like an artefact
N***a I'm seasoned, you a starter pack
So pass the Henny to the melancholy
Pass the season, let me spread my story
I'm a whole different category
Me and the music holy matrimony
Salute the legends who done come before me, gone
[Outro]