Well uh, I wouldn't want to do too much bragging about it, but..
But I'm losin' a battle against myself and my tolerance
To corny sh** they hollering, truth be told yo im bothered with
Wack rappers
On the low back stabbin' back packers
Ski maskin' n***as styles off the tracks of my last chapters
How ironic
Yeah I thought that you'd be glad this
Rather dapper artist put a halt to all the madness
Cus all ya awkward a**es was lost spittin' it average
Now you want to say I changed.. nah dawg you gettin' it backwards
I'm still flowin' like mola**es, throwing it to the ma**es
Got dreams of being one of them poster autographers
But I ain't try in this one, homie this is practice
Yada yada next bar, roll another cactus
Pour the gla** of Cavit, catch midnight trains like im Gladys Knight
When I grab the mic, I turned that sh** into a cla**ic night
These cats ain't even half as nice, never had to sacrifice
So you blendin' in, you like that maggot in that bag of rice haa
Get at you ba*tards in my afterlife
Strictly for the braggin' rights cus friends be givin' bad advice
Im all ears and focused to ulterior motives
All this year all I noticed is all you n***as is bogus
I be stuffin' puffin big L's
f**in' with them fish scales
Thinkin' to myself like
Hmm somthin' don't sit well..