Every time I touch the microphone I cause destruction
Came to bring you back the real I'm tired of all this fuck shit
Either rapping on a homie's beat or my production
If everything sounding the same we know that's not productive
What the fuck happen
To all the good rappers
Barely see the authenticity, they all actors
They ain't ever sold a thing
But they so called trappers
If you ask me the whole damn industry been going backwards

Everybody always tryna prove that they a gangsta
Until they lyrics they was rapping getting used against them
In a court of law, the flaws of our judicial systems
If they get out super quick they gone say you was snitching
Shit ain't adding up like I'm a mathematician
I could make you disappear like I'm a master magician
I'm ill or don't need to ask the physician
Didn't ask what you thinking
Feel the wrath of a kingpin
They know the flow is filthy like a pig pin
Wifey stick around I'll give a watch to her like Big Ben
Was 6'1 for a minute so I been big
She ain't ever been to London but still my peng ting
Fuck you niggas thought I would have fell back
I grew up neighbors where they still sell crack
Most of these rapping lying in the raps and these is real facts
I don't pop pill but I know niggas that do peel caps
They can't get me like my line was busy
I been boosting ever since I tried the Lizzy
Doing laps around these niggas think I got em dizzy
I got some shooters in the 6 but y'all know I ain't Drizzy
It's FLY
So you better act like you know
Put a price on your head
And a tag on your toe
They in for a surprise
Say a prayer for my foes
I got out my contract but I'm still playing for the pros

Nigga