I drop gems, I’m hard…just peep the word play I came to kill and resurrect on the 7th day Told Redd push the button…man my shit disgusting A.I. mentality…with the rock i get to chucking Ya tail it get to tucking…maybe I’m on to something You hear what you fear…Know u see me coming Grew on that basement shit Can’t entertain a clown who hasn’t left his 4 block radius Cutting straight to the point fuck you..Your list, criteria… I’m here to get rid of ya, not feeling ya Kash here to reclaim my throne King James, Boston Garden, Game 6 45 on ya dome Back to destroy y’all confidence Black opulence got here on my cognizance So pardon me if i got time for Twitter So pardon if i ain’t got time shucking & jiving for niggas So pardon me…shit rather pardon me less Pardon me dog…got no time to be stressed Pardon you niggas for rapping that bullshit And claiming you NEXT Got me vex and you niggas is sex It got me perplexed…they talk that bullshit And they wanna text in ya dm Like they wanna be friends Ok let’s pretend If i felt ya struggle raps..we’ve all struggled dog We’ve all done been through that Simple and plain…I’m not feeling ya All it take is one hood wink…forest Whitaker I post and pivot…flow exquisite Dudes claim they ballin’ Be running a scrimmage I’m from the era of Trapper keepers & beepers You from the era of talking shit with ya dick beaters I still get pussy with my fathers features I’m one with nature so you can meet the reaper Uh, I’m right back like i never left Another vet who ain’t lost a step I’m not a long long talker…bars furious The end up like the homie Paul Walker…GONE!

When you breadwinner, strong friend that they lean on Gone half ya life…you ain’t speak to them ions Moments in ya life…similar time capsules Don’t let the time past you…(echo) I’m the most extrovert, introvert You’ll ever meet… I’m quite petty..cause what I see I’ll never speak People watcher…constant over thinker Hold grudges…no we can’t link bruh Hour of my time is your weekly 9-5 How I’m bothering your high, when you’re never on your grind America pie is what you want a slice of On ya PS5 screaming out life’s tough This why i never come around, when moving through the town It’s a quick in and out…few daps, a few pounds Same ol’ shit you still splitting down the crown Talking bout back then…how bout we talk about now (bout now) You tend to clown…hiding insecurities How’s you daughter be real it’s just you and me Baby mama drama real…some pain you can’t conceal Push through…imagine how Amiyah feel Never sugar coat shit…talk it like i see it And that PPP loan was gone before you seen it Granny got nothing, u still the damn basement When she’s gone my G there’s no replacement How you gon’ man up, i know life’s wild Put ya kids first…still living for right now It’s all LEGACY…fam we different pedigree I know your POPS left early but you 33 When you grow up in the same house But take different routes Streets a swallow you whole You can’t get out Dirty little ghetto niggas, ties a severe niggas