(Verse 1) Stagga
Intellectual with the thoughts
Intelligible while breaking bones
I'm just modest being honest
Monorails will send knowledge and
Demolish rate my coarse
Grade A's up in the college
Syllables leave you critical
Monosyllable pitiful
Give you one word
With an answer and
Send you straight to the medical
I'm dedicated to the rap
I'd probably spit
Till I break my jaws
With obstruction to these cats raising the bar
Till we breaking laws
Never surprised when
We sipping Gordan
3pointers for Jordan
Tolerated by the game
These rapper's still spitting gibberish
Germicide will never genocide
The amount of people
Getting k**ed on race tracks
Amputation operation
I'll cut you till you operate
Will hunt you till I petrify
Phenomenal and I'm the best
(Hook) Narcotic Beats
I seen em slipping
Now they top blown off
They tryna get attention
From a wild a** dog
f** around and
Get acquainted with the lord and
When you meet the homie and
Y'all get to talking
Tell him my wrist hot
I ain't had a bone
So I clip lock
Blast any n***a tryna test mine
You's a stay blood for real
Any n***a f** with you
We spray slugs to k**
(Verse 2) V-eye
Bricks up in the back and
We packing baggage to bag em
Her lips upon my dash
And she snortin' up
Like an addict
Never leave the crib
Without my clip
Especially when im slanging
Im bout to flip and
Get grip and til' my tip
Leave your body banging
Cause it's fits everytime
That I be rappin'
Seem so flabbergasted
Cause rip and I need a fix
And I need my spliff
Everytime I be...
So we soda cooking
Overlooking all you
Crippled crooked rappers
Like we're flying on mats
Something like Aladdin
Average rappers can never
Take any chances
I end their careers and
Turn em' into has-beens
Trash is what you rapping
Crash into the bandwgon
Til' you hear my gun clappin
Map you out your atlas
Then it's back to the topic...
(Hook)
(Verse 3) Big Kae
I refuse to take sh**
Like when toilets are outta order
You know I gotta deliver
Like ladies are out of water
Is Big Kae's rapping the sh**?
I don't know, well kinda sotta
I'm not into riding brooms
Got a scar Harry Potter
f** around with a mic
You'll get shot at
Like news reports
Sorry pap's Ima bad kid
Blowin' blunts witch'yo daughters
Blazin' and blowing O's
Is something I never taught her
A roller and rolling papers
Is something I should've bought her
I see it in haters' eyes
I'm moving they tell me stop it
I f**ed around with these heights
And I never been in a co*kpit
You think you flippin' like coins
Don't get me buck Imma drop it
I think I'm loosing my focus
Let's get it back it the topic
(Hook)
(Verse 4) NarcoticBeats Outro
Back home I'm youngest n***a
That's repping the ville
Packing nines got
Yall back in line
So I'm questioning sk**
Back to mine see I peddle fine
I could empty your till
Back to the nine
I got clips to cripple your grind
What I flip is heating
The nine where we post is equally shot at
Like movie scenes
Pretty violent we braking leaves
Then we spark it...
f**... (f**)
Its all I got...