[Verse 1]
I'm giving y'all the lecture, y'all better take ya notes
If you trynna ride the paper flow and make some dough
Look, I'm just trynna save your life
But you the type to never ever wanna take advice
A young scholar bringing fire, you just made of ice
You gotta play it right to make it in this game of life
Got my company behind me, no Milton Bradley
Rollin' with my homies who be k**in' mad trees
Yeah we just some motherf**in' kids
Word to Larry Clark who made the film the motherf**in' K.I.D.S
"Kickin' Incredibly Dope sh**:" that's motherf**in' K.I.D.S
Spittin' ammunition, you bet I'm gunnin' up these kids
Never empty handed, always come with somethin' lit
I could rap until I vanish but I'm summing up the script, b**h
k** 'em off my hitlist, but never leave a witness
A metaphor for your career, which never done existed
[Verse 2]
I'm the Child of The Blues, got them smilin' but confused
They thought the kid be taking sips from the fountain of youth
They probably thought I was the G.O.A.T. the way I sound in the booth
But I'm the leader of my herd, never following the tribe
You finna battle me? You better swallow up your pride
Cause I'll leave another casualty, no calling up to 9
The actuality is probably crawling up your spine
Hit 'em with a bit of alchemy: elixir of life
Leave them drinking down they sorrows with some liquor at night
Yeah I'm the illest on the mic but they still picking a fight
They callin' me the pen predator, I k** when I write
So dont act surprised if you ask who's winning the fight
It's just me and Hannibal with a sample on the hook
Old school rap with just a candle and a book
I'm so intelligent, tellin' it for the hell of it
Sentences with a predicate, you b**hes just irrelevant