I been tasked with witnessing y′all actions

The last 10 years, discovered the malpractice

Of y'all rappers, writing shit down for a captionPromise she won′t fuck you nigga

How you gon' waste your time?

Can you read between the lines?

I won't mention it

It don′t take long to find out, where her tension is

You a real a nigga, what it said on my detention slip

I write on, bygones be bygones

Top 5 Top 5 Top 5

I feel like DYLAN

Everything you wear Meech tried on

Fell off like J Cole

Every step we take a new nigga on the payroll

How should I feel if they getting a piece

When they ass ain′t rapping

Brought no sand to the beach

Shorty throw ass backwards

Can you handle the meat?

I pray twice every hour, Jesus hand me the key

I mean what more should I seek

Every time I speak

I need company

Guess it's c′est la vie

Dej loaf don't try me

Just do right by me

Then we all good hoe, understood though

Can I get a holla

For my niggas Chasin them dollars

I′m getting old money now I started poppin my collar

They done let me in the game

Let's milk the shit like horchata

This that top talk

From niggas used to scraping the bottom

So now they can′t talk to me

Yo shit missing keys

This fresh start for me

Ctrl alt delete

Came in awkwardly

Drop shit oftenly

Drop dick off and leave

She's not hard to please

Walter Payton running style

The inzone is something I know

You can get the smoke

Like something I rolled

It's hard to be chose

Invested in the timing of goals

There ain′t no time for pre heating

I′m the eye on the stove, nigga

Super sonic forces

Trojan horses

From the land of the tortes

I wonder if you notices

Ships in the sky

You hear the voices

We really got two choices

Listen when eye spit

I give you the sources

My mama name Morris

Got these niggas thinking I'm moorish

Tik Tok

I′m watching the clock

Riotousness will rain

Like it or not

You rather chill up on the block

Eye ain't made blood

Eye ain′t got nothin but love

We can box it out put on the gloves

Download codes from above

Fuck around, Give a tree a hug

If we talking bags been the plug

No prescription drugs

Get it for jug

Ain't mad, throw on my turban and shrug

CLAN shit, tribal shit

Lord we ain′t no thugs

I'm legit hop off my dick

Say a prayer on my rug

Mentally strapped

But Im toting these guns eye

No cap

Energy vampires

Spiritually trapped

Only rap with niggas spitting facts

And think abstract

As a matter fact

I gotta riffle that will shatter your back

Break domes make your bladder collapse

Talkin reckless eye ain't having that

Meech sent the beat had to snap

This for the ones in the back

Had to walk they shoes

It didn′t fit so exact

Had to pay my dues

Lord know I was up when they napped