[Intro]

Yo (Yeah)

A little under the weather

Fuck it

Yeah

Alright, here we go (Uh)

[Verse]

First, I'ma shred a— (What?)

Verse like I had a personal vendetta (Yeah)

Words come together like birds of a feather (What?)

'Til I need a walker like Herschel, I'm better (Yeah)

Than all of you fuckin' little twerps put together

But I'm not tryna be controversial, I'd rather (Nah)

Talk about shit with a purpose that matters (Like?)

Like, who had the second best verse on "Forever"? (Damn)

Now, I got a riddle (What?)

One condition, you mustn't laugh (Okay)

What is the opposite of Benzino? (Uh, what?)

A giraffe (Haha)

"Go at his neck," how the fuck is that? (Yeah)

How can I go at something he doesn't have? (Haha)

Arm so short he can't even touch his hands

When they're above his head doing jumping jacks (Wow)

Sorry, I don't mean (What?) to upset you, Ben' (Yeah)

When I talk about (What?) all the debt you in (Uh)

I hear that you been (What?) creepin' on the low

In them cheap hotels (Yeah) that they catch you in (What?)

Jesus Christ, dawg (Damn), when you said two-ten (What?)

Never guessed you meant (Damn) at the Red Roof Inn (Shit)

In a room with one (Ha) single bed, two men (What?)

Shady, man, you can't, yes, you can (Shh)

Well, I guess then I regret to inform you, hate to spoil a day (What?)

But this doesn't bring me no joy to say (Huh?)

Guess that Coi Leray feat's in the toilet, eh? (Goddamn it)

Yeah

Damage due to flows, collateral, I s'pose

Gat pointed like mine and Sandra Bullock's nose (Well)

Yeah, them bullet holes (Yeah), have you full of those (Yeah)

You'll catch a stray like Animal Control (Brrr), plan a funeral

I'ma probably have to plan a few neurological exams

Once again, it is off into that damn padded room I go

Right toward the asylum or the psych ward

Because I strangled you with a mic cord

Because my (Blah), fuckin' mind's morbid

I'm on my (What?) Pegasus, my high horse, and I'm fly (Yeah)

Bitch, I soar like a sty

You probably feel like you're gonna die (Yeah)

'Cause you're in my morgue and you're tied up like a tight score

And that's why (What?) I'm back with Cole Bennett

And I been at the level J. Cole been at

It's Aftermath that I ride for 'till I die