[Intro] x2
On the roll like dice in the cut
Came through got the ice in the cup
Yea I see this girl [?], and I know that she [?]
Nyck villain, murder p**y, gotta' license to f**
[Verse 1]
Yo
Let me take you to my neck of the woods
Let me show you things that only a professional could
You ain't do it, like I do it, this is excellence really
I'm 'bouta choke the game out like I'm wrestling good
You ain't saying, "What up" then stop playing with us
One thing that when you talking, you portraying you tough
Then actually being about you, you ain't cranking it up
'Bout to put the blanket over you, I'm [?] them up, what?
I spit hot, I'm a flame from the Era
I grip twat when the brain could be betta'
I hit shots, 'til my wrists pop
Think I'm 'bout to pop once the whole world stops when my sh** drop
[Bridge]
When my sh** drop, when my sh** drop
When my sh**s drop, ohhhhh
What!
(Think I'm 'bout to pop once the whole world stops when my sh** drop)
[Verse 2]
I k** the track with a toe tag
Feel good, but it's so sad
Flow bag women for the gonads
Went to school like a decade and a half
So my English's well, I curtle b**hes with the vocab
Yea you talk a big game, but it don't matta'
You be fighting with your gocaps
I'm [?] where the ghouls at
No coach got the soul of an old cat
Only choking in my throat rasps
Everybody laughed when [?] is a joke last
I guess they gotta' see their outcomes so they don't ask
And everybody see that I've become the Pro
Just embodied what I envisioned, and I'm [?]
f** all of your feedback, yo I had my feet back
[?] go black, where the ghost at
Yea where the coast at, beast coast at
And anybody get R.I.P, yo R.I.P
I got green by the C.I.B
Eat the track like I D.I.G
E.R these [?] are T.I.P
T.O.P, E.R you sleep on me
I've been outta' my mind too professional
Why you fronting like your rhymes are acceptable
'Cuz if you getting outta' line, talking 'bout your mixtape
When every line is objectable
I've been up on my bully, you ain't really get it
If you give me something I can eat
I'mma really fetch it
Cook a way to make 'em pay more
And you know I'm Steph Curry with the shot
'Bouta blow like a claymore
Think it's time Nyck evened the odds
If they came for a hero I'mma give 'em a God
Nyck even the odds
If they came for a hero I'mma give 'em a God
[Beat Breakdown]
Relax your mind, Relax your mind
Relax your mind, and improve your mind
And know it's time, to go