[Verse 1: Black Cherub]
[Verse 2: J-Walk]
[Verse 3: Myr]
What you think about a dope n***a?
Who flow sicka, than most n***as
With no liquor...
Deliver hot rounds, with no pick up
Hostile, like four stick ups
n***as be lost like sheep
From the song Lil Bo Peep
Making moves off of no sleep
But my eyes still open like old creeps
Hotter than l-a-v-a
In the Sahara surrounding the place
With no more water just spice on yo plate
And then Kris Jenner's daughter giving you a taste
But even that couldn't phase me...
Who the new black is it Jay-Z..
Or maybe just someone with sense
If so then they had to relay me..
I mean I ain't sh** but I'm wise
Peep bullsh** in disguise so high I could sh** in da sky
People still hate? Oh my
Handle beef from 3,4, 5 guys..
I don't get tired
Bars more hot than Shmurda I'll set concrete on fire
And then cut ties
Cause some things you just don't need and I see cause I got 3 eyes
I got 3 eyes, 3 eyes, I got 3 eyes..