[Verse 1]
Yeah, n***as better lay low, I swear this ain't no game bro
Asking for blessings won't prevent you from being preyed on
See I ain't underground or commercial, I'm in the grey zone
I had bars back when Verizon was making payphones
n***as say that Hop fell off, I'm yelling "How, stupid?"
Y'all ain't never eating but verbally making bowel movements
Better bow, you in the presence of wild coon sh**
f** y'all, you gave me the mic knowing I'll lose it
My style's too sick, boy I've been programmed with pro raps
All these n***as' tinder as f** but still no match
I'm a nice guy but when I'm in front of the notepad
It's f** it, dawg, off with his head, sh** it'll grow back
How you claim to be ill when your career ain't never seen a sequel
n***as ain't playing you in they Beats Pill
I could touch lives through the speaker, 3D sk**s
Stop it boy, I'm on a roll like TV film
I remember n***as didn't f** with me, dawg
The tables turned, now we're even, damn, what are the odds?
There must be a God, you f** with the ugliest broads
Your hands out, it better be for a lovely applause
Otherwise do not bother
Undercover Prodigy, how could I not prosper?
I am the godfather, style's beyond proper
f** you little lame a** wannabe Hop bloggers mooching off Hop's dollars
You n***as ain't sh**, you wish you were shot callers
So y'all can get f**ed like I do at ma**age parlors
I'm in and out the Matrix, sh** I utilize both
The Grim reaper, you and I know
Will you survive? No
Once this whack MCs find out I crucify souls
They'll be calling the number on Logic's suicide song