[Verse]
Yeah, my time is never playing your part
Tale of a real nigga, better not disregard
Periegá, the one and only, begotten by God
Gotten to harden, the grass is greener
I'm smoking in the garden of Eden, I got—
A snake in my bed and pretty woman on me
Married to pussy, money, weed: Holy Matrimony
Stuck on the acrimony, sad and lonely
Actin’ like I'm Ed and Tony
I'm more a lover than a killer, killin’ for the love of sex and boning
Checks and ballin', less is more, and
Flex the morning, Raxion and passion is morе like death and Odin
Prolly the rеason I hate niggas who just flex and phony
Wack and corny, they copy whatever trap is loading
See, for me the goal is reachin' whatever the goal is
Sleepin' with holies, I'm in the zone and get me the motherfuck out
I'm a celebrity, feelin' like I'm Anorld Hollie
2415 Messiah: walkin’ on water with trophies
Can’t touch this, legendary more like Trompies
You niggas actin' different from a thousand different copies
They wanna know what I got against autotune
I don’t hate it, I hate you Lil Uzi, Lil Baby and Zoocci-ass copies
Shut out to Zoocci though
Got my anxiety devising me a rookie flow, truth is told
If I wasn't the realest nigga, you would know
And that's saying a lot for the music, bro
But if my grass is greener then I smoke it twice
Open eyes when I'm lowkey high, I’m evokin' lines
Emotion lies in my spoken rhymes, I got broken time
Huygen is mending with open arms, I'ma loaded gun with blinds closed
Livin' in a seemingly enright hole
If I die today, I'll prolly die dope listenin' to Die Dope
Beginnin' to giving in, I'm creepin' in like Spikiri
My nigga, I'm simply the best and everything is not so
Buildin' with the feelin', this is my zone
Feelin' that I'm reeling in, they schemin' to belittle me
That's seemingly a pity thing
They reading me and really think I eeny meeny miny all my bitches with eyes closed
I'd prolly do that shit if I was off the Henny
I'd prolly be the only nigga next to Amy
I'd prolly be the only nigga sitting with God, bumping Ukudla Kwestrad
Coming from the heaven, the devil is second nature
We pitchin' out for the paper
My bitches all on the pager
They sleepin', they gotta wake up
Creepin' through every acre
My flippin' is on the Lakers
I'm never on pause with bars and I'm goin' to war with stars of the game
I'm feelin' like Vader
Get it, no time to wait up
Ain't feelin' none of my haters
They thinkin' if they can kill me, they'll never deal with me later: falsified as a failure
I've mortified all these fakers
Then modified, got my game up
Occupied with the favor
My porcupines in the manger
I'm only right as a danger
I'll surely die as a major
Holy fire in my soul like I only cry in a crater
Got Dolly eyes on my goal 'cause I'm modified by the Maker
Ready, steady, they see I'm already bangin'
My creed is on Eddy Murphy
Heavy association with DeeTee and Shady
I got Easy and Sammy and MeloGenic and Deejay Boe, that shit is a deadly medley
Black is my superpower, I'm feelin' like Tyler Perry
I'm schemin' for heavy feddy more than the pain Skyler carried
This is a gravy train, it's the feeling that's buried early
These niggas' Loyiso's and Penny Penny's, it went over? They ain't gotta get it
I put my emotions in everything I write
It's prolly why I'm sentimental every time
It's prolly why I'm obligated to murder like every single wack motherfucker standing in front of mics
Ehe, they say that I'm a bitter man
'Cause I'm killin' these rappers with no killer cams
I'd prolly be getting my dick sucked playin' Call Of Duty
Squinting my eyes on the final killer cam
Like, bang! Bang, ravin' like Mad Max
They right on my avenue so I'm pavin' the path left
Horizon on emblem
We fuckin' the industry, more like Brazzers on gang bang
My haters on death beds, they be betting against me, I told 'em that is a debt bet
Remember when I told 'em I'd be great, I got laughed at
My hypothesis never needed chance at a lab rat
They said Hip Hop is dyin', Periegá brought it back from a black death
A backtrack: blessed men living on cursed land
I blast them, hands fell down like the First Rand
We passed that, facts get given like ten bands
The last stand, fam has driven my last chance
Like masked men: tecs ran sack when we ransack
We slang, bang, tracks flat dead for a damn plaque
My setback sat back, set for some set-cred
I'm sad, bad, Seth served sets for the set, said
I'm set, had cats plan packs for a grand slam
My pen serve facts, get fat from a serve-tan
Led serve-men, and then left as the left ten
My left hand slammed right thoughts when they left, glad
We mad men, burn ten racks with a laugh, pack
The bang-can, grand like Ben when he press ten
Insert when—a'ight, I quit
