[Verse 1: Bonkaz]
I be sleeping in the studio, see me in the booth late
'bout to hit the corner shop, re-up on some toothpaste
Where the f**s my toothbrush? Where the f**s my almond milk?
Tell me that I lost the way, feeling like i found myself
Made an E.P in four hours, mixed it down as well
All these n***as making excuses, the game is ruthless, sh**
I used to stay with the shooters and play computers
Call of duty or FIFA with a que of the reefa
Aretha Franklin to the game, put respect on my name
They envy like Charlamagne, sh** was never the same
See, my flow is so mature, focused on the tour
Need a wife and kids but I open and close the door, she confused
I know her views I know her flaws but I don't know her well enough to put career mode on pause
Childish but I'm stylish, they love and hate at the same time
And I'm proud of this counter rap with this [?]
n***as ain't touching me, the flow is crazy, these lyrics are f**ing bee
They be spitting like Honey G
No flows, no concepts, no hope, no content
They say the same thing, ask [?], my flows complex