Oh yeah
This feel fucken good man
Yeah, ah
Yo know what it is, ah
You feel the bounce like
Aight… Ok, yeah
[Verse 1: Rez Proph]
No caption needed it’s me boy, keep the name in caps
Took a knee, kept the game intact
The flow traction heated
Look at me, cook a flame in fact
Booking fee? That’s a range
On tracks, there’s no gassing needed
My style eco-friendly, yeah I’m all about the green
Wow, please don’t tempt me, go back and read it
I said keep the name in caps
You heard it straight from the game
Infact, the BoJack’s conceited mouth - nigga I’m top five
Judging by what you call dope, I’m not five
Four, three nor two, God I rock live
Me and Duzzie in the whip, and we bumping “I got five… on it”
I’m all sorts of faded
Old sport, but bar for bar with your fav he may just fall short
I golf course the greatest, put a hole in one
Chasin that gravy train till the day that I’m all sauce
Drippin, bang to the boogie
Nah, I don;t hang with the rookie
I just do it, I don’t plan what it should be
I just ran with it, when I heard rap and what it could be
If I did it, yeah, yeah
So, go, go ahead and ride with it, yeah
[Verse 2: Rez Proph]
Yeah
I said go ahead and ride with it
Flow script, throat slit, razor sharp if I spit it
Best kept; trust - now watch these rappers die with it
Close knit; me and my niggas know the thread and thrive with it
Day one, uh
I’m 035’s great one, product of Liquid-K
So the flow he scribes A-1
Slay tons; quite candidly alrighty
Mic handled with the right hand of the Almighty man
Put me amongst the Gods if this body sticks
Feel like I’m Zues’s number two with this Godly shit
And we’ve been probably missed, yet it ain’t even oddly this
That yal call great, i’m All State with a Godly grip
You molly popping rappers, sloppy never bodied shit
I know you know I keep these raps spit n polish spic
The boy cleaning up
Dream enough of being the greatest, that I just had to try my luck
That’s why my touch?
A Midas one, I’m nicknamed Iverson
If the question happens to be “Who raps the liviest, son?”
Ayo , switch aim, switch game flawless
All these niggas and there ain’t a rapper who’d survive this one, bet
Uh, yeah I exist bro
Bare that in mind next time you see a list bro
Ya’ll talkin bars, well what the fuck is this bro?
These timeless jewels make a brother tuck his wrist glow
[Hook]
It’s that roof off the coup for the summer
Spit that “you thought the truth wasn’t under”
Your nose the whole time, the boy pure white
And I ain’t stepped on, just slept on twice
Cause There were sins I wouldn’t do for the numbers
And There was time I couldn’t lose for the come up, yeah
And if the game remembers me as anything
Remember me as the greatest to never do it then
[Verse 3: Rez Proph]
Yeah, same wrong/right sneakers
Earned stripes gained on life’s sleepless nights where I’d turned and toss in the night
Yearning thoughts for the light burned
Of course couldn’t Ike Turner rap and make hits
I just love the pennin but I’m game six with it like every other day
But I can’t quit
Had my first go at a flame script
Did it right, give it like one take, and i was 16 then
Livin like one day I would see cream and
Tour the whole world spittin raps getting money
Walk around this bitch, getting dabbed getting honies
And Temwa used to scoop us elokshini in that Corolla
When Knowledge was the Coke
And Mega was the Cola, shit
I think you caught me in the moment
This for my day ones who support me and they own it
You know what it is
[Hook]
It’s that roof off the coup for the summer
Spit that “you thought the truth wasn’t under”
You nose the whole time, the boys pure white
And I ain’t stepped on or slept on twice
There were sins I wouldn’t do for the numbers
There was a time I couldn’t lose for the come up, yeah
And if the game remembers me as anything
Remember me as the greatest to never do it then
