[Verse 1]
For thirty talents most n***as be off balance
Restore it with the writtens my hands will be all callous, in no time
Got up in this b**h but just like parking
They won't validate my sh** without a cosign, can't play on both sides
He sleep with both eyes open, I be the token
Black guy in the room full of people screaming "n***a" with me
Now am I wrong if that's sitting with me?
That "f** it, I wrote it, why hate if they quote it" sh** is feeling iffy
And all this water got me feeling Misty, I making mad noise
Tell them flamethrowers I be Blastoise in your city
Dropping dope I could have dealed to Whitney
Spark the piff and then he spit epiphanies, swiftly
The aftermath is fifty-fifty, how you dealing with me
You either healing or you k**ing, know the weapons you wielding
No prosper, I be no doctor, naw, he much too sickly
You must believe it though, he must be Ripley
Shouts to Bozart how these buckets fitting, homie where your thinking cap at?
Know what you seeking, but I ain't preaching, a deacon of sorts
Hold your head boy they breaching your thoughts
Have your soul for a f**ing Jesus piece and a Porsche
A couple years pouring up, send a peace to your corpse
We lost one...just know that I can never get that jaded
If ever a bone to pick, know I'd never be dislocated
I'm off one, burning with the sage for the good vibes
Better know you f**ing with some good guys
But if you ever feel to drop sets from your hood at us
Know that in a swift moment we could be Goodfellas, it's not a game
Drop flames like Mario off the flower, cardio for an hour, these n***as ain't got no heart
I see TEN men, but stay with the amens, making better decisions like my wisdom teeth came in
Game man, learning, if I put it in laymens terms you worms couldn't f** with an early bird at your best
Young Lazarus on the rise, I'm laying it down to rest, and it's free