[Verse 1]
If time is money, then it's an overused line
Dropping like from your flow is an offense, fine
I Stevie Wonder how the pros can get away with crime
I hope their money runs out, and by that, I mean time
Far from common, but I make good music
White talent like Em, I refuse to just lose it
My wordplay's a fiasco, I prefer to just Lu it
All my haters pissed off, they oughta just loo it
They all slain Cobain, can't handle my fame
Can't handle the blame, can't handle the game
Whose fault is it that you can't fit in the frame?
Better have a change of heart like Jayceon the game
Spiderman heroic, but I only spit venom
New to writing bars, too young to go in 'em
Nobody's buying your rhymes, they won't even rent 'em
Son, your style worn out like a fine pair of denim
[Verse 2 - IATG]
I'm a major, a front pager, a record changer
Born in the manger so haters and strangers see the danger
Armani Exchanger, I got expensive tastes
Dispense and designate extensive intensive hate
I'm here to educate the ma**es regardless of their cla**es
Clean their gla**es, put on ga**es and reduce the use of plastic
I'm the sergeant, write bars in large margins
Park cars foreign on the far end
I make painful rain like a cloudy hail storm
I'm not sick, I just like to see cows eat stale corn
I got my sh** on lock like a vice grip
Compliment nice tits without consequence like a white pimp
The n***as I ride with love me for my fly whip
I don't despise cause they rely, that thing is like a sky ship
Don't need a disguise to make you cry cause if you die I die richer
Get cold feet, Grove Street till I die n***a