I think very deeply

Scary creepy, fairly geeky, rarely beefy

But whoever the best is can barely beat meI think a lot of them are there beneath me

Like a cherry piece, she see-pee

Rock the hoe, drop the dough

Now she begging me not to go, bitch I don′t care, release me

I think that was my young life, I think now that I'm sun-bright

Like the darker with some sight, coming from fright

Gunfights releasing, gesundheit

I think if your lips are running, thе blix are brung in

And I think if anybody fuck with Eminem or Royce, thе crips are coming

It′s what I think

When I think about it, what is harder? squad at a goal like soccer

Half full of stars, no lopper, ain't no ceilings, Wayne Carter

Something in the water

Track full of bars, no shocker, back full of scars, no doctor

Need to see me, I'm a rockstar

Must have forgotten that I came from the

Bottom, know every shortcut like a barber, sharper

Knots on my head like blaze, slick back at the fade

You can get a box if a kid wanna play

Get drug chop a loose end off in this lane

I′ma light ′em up, brush 'em off then spray

If you do rag on me for the wave

Get your buzz-cut like clippers unplugged

Nigga really studied every trick in the tray

Got a lot of options, my opps can tell you they all deleted

That oxygen it be obsolete shit then all depleted

Come a lot more rocka, I′m shooting vodka in colosseums

They try to block 'em, my Kawasaki, you bottom feeders

Don′t nobody really wanna come fuck with squad in pardon

Far I'ma get ′em in a Harlem brawl, this laudin' holler Mazel Tov

He don't want no problem, man, his problem′s off

One headshot, it be vitals lost

Himmi

I think I′m finna be fine by the design, due to me time

And it feed N9ne, see that he shine, the elite grind, so they be lying

And they try to bring down but he keep climb

And the noise getting out, better keep calm

And they try to bring foul play and grime

We all know that's a lot, gotta rewind

Joe Cool, he done went coastal, bragging about through Malibu, Noble

Y′all really wanna know what he go

Through, been a hoe, boo, soft flow back in '02

What I′m thinking is that you niggas better back up

Black on you niggas stack, homie better catch up

Half of these niggas attack when they try'na test us

Yapping, better get to scratch, nigga better bless up

I think I′ma kick it with a thought for the night

I ain't talking 'bout no bitches, but I′m lost in my mind

And I think a lot of niggas want the spot that is mine

Put a dot on your eye just for crossing the line

I think that I′m alone because the positive vibes

And I think I got Corona, better toss me a line

Because the suicide attempts, I think I've already died

And your God is a liar, 2Pac is alive

Think I sold more drugs than a doctor prescribes

Doing two white lines like a new Dodge Viper

I think rappers′ in the Matrix, do not cypher

No kidding, but I gotta ask, "Who got diapers?"

Yelling "Who up?", I shoot up but feel like dice

I think I'm too hot for you broads, and you not nice

Or getting goulash for new plates, do all China

Going snake and bat shit like Wuhan diners

Kali Baby and this is my opinion

Just getting by until he fly and claim his own dominion

Not the fittest guy, I′m criticized, I smile but I'm pretending

Look him up in his eyes, vitiligo

Might of been a psycho, I feel different

All of these niggas is just a derivative

Of me, I need ′em, I'm getting belligerent

Who gave 'em tickets to pick off their fleas and

They flick off more sweets that′s for feeding my children

I′m just try'na stay sane, shit just ain′t the same

I'm just saying Somehow today I felt everything had changed

But I be believing in a minute

All I really got is time, I′m a young buck

Hit by both sides like a nun-chuck

Been high, no lie, I'm a bum-fuck

One touch and I′m throwing all these guns up

We done did, motherfuckers never done stuff

One puff and your eyes looking fucked up

Deep cut with a knife, coming undone

Tied up, all of 'em in a dungeon

Run, run, is it really fun? It's disgusting

Hustling, I been on my grind, it′s a luck thing

So I got no problems with all of these

Losers, these losers got problems with me

Yeah I might just throw ′em a couple of

Dollars and tell 'em to go shoot capris

You shooting at who? You shooting at me?

This cannot be true, not it cannot be

I been sinking down into the depths like quicksand with a red stripe

I been fucked before

So don′t trust the Lord, I got no faith for the blessed hype

I got bars dropping like an

Airstrike, kinda hard for us to fare right?

When the cream don't really rise up like it used to

Our clique is so consistent with the

Hits so you′d just have to be a skitzo

To be unsure that ¡MAYDAY! is still the shit bro

I calypso on your tombstone for even

Thinking you could take a snooze slow

Y'all want a hit? Come holler at the goons, that′s what I think

'Cause this one's for the kids

This one′s for the kids, ignorance is bliss

′Til they come for every little

Fucking thing, and ain't that ′bout a bitch

But I down a fifth, about to make a hit

Boutta get away to my cave and prepare for nuclear waste

They always doing too much, always divide and conquer

Got my Flor de Caña and flowers for Santa Barbara

I'ma show you how, and I′m gon' tell you ′til I come down

I'ma go get me some indo- now, kill the noise when I make it loud

Double entendre, mom said a mantra

She off in division of energy, let me conquer

Sickenin' doctors

And hospice and moccasins while I′m taking call conferences

Yeah you don′t got your hot in this, I bleed this, make enemies ovules

Knocking the vision

Ain't nobody hot as this, rocking any bitch niggas talking shit

Look, I′m a role model at this, no cuss words when I talk to the kids

She give me brain like "Hop on this shit"

Pussy and it's feeling so we hop in this shit

Passing the six, infinite bliss, heroine flow when I′m mopping at this

Batman, no I'm Robin at this

Except when the mask on, robbin′ his clique

Keep it real fair while they still

Can't understand how I could just kill a man

Never realized I could see inside of a killer mind like a Will Graham

Most certainly hold currency like a Brinks team, no security

Curious why you ain't never heard of me?

′Cause I sink deep while they stirring tea

Subterranean alien, stunned and gunning over greedy beats

Fake bulletins, they full of shit

Plumed and running under city streets

Nothing worse than a pipe dream, want smoke? Better know that my team

With the hijinx that determ′ why eyes pink bruh

You don't wanna know what I think

Why do they wanna be all on me like

I was catering, told ′em I play to win

Haters who waited on me to be caving in

Gotta come up with a whole 'nother way to win

Dumping that paddle on top of the paint again

Breaking the chain to get over the gate again

Feeling so livid the minute I made it in

Head over heels when they come in to hate on it

But it never matted like the weather pattern

So every father-fucking head I′m gathering

Is stones to wrap around the wrings of Saturn

And I'm more than happy that I had to pack ′em in

Get a dick full for fucking with the Deevil

I'm a curse of the worst version of he who can eat people