Aye, take this little eye opener and widen your attention span My flow and lyrics, probably colder than the demolition man Anti-social n***a, posting pictures up on Instagram Making dopeness on a regular, get it, Instant Grams Of the vitamins, that heighten yo exci-te-ment Bank accounts, just told the owner I deserve a higher rent The future I invent, like it was s**, need no stress I ain't talking cereal when cashing checks Break ya neck, spray ya vest, all your girl say is yes Like she Floetry, I give her my love bayonet In the cavalry, twenty guns blasting yo directions Ain't religious, but got twenty nuns masked in ya confession n***a, your stupid flow is outta there, flow hot as outer wear I laser vision through your soul, you n***as can't amount a stare Come bow to me like Muhammad at the Mecca Or get your name scratched off of my list like a record homie [Verse Two] Alright, resume for the funeral you will know I'm scratching at the surface, so I'm damaging cuticles While you sitting in a cubicle, grimy and all To you I'm probably Mt. Everest, you climb me and fall To ya d**h from the gravity, I hurt you like cavities The comradery, I got with my team is just no an*logy Add a G, to the conversation of the GOATS And he will make an album scary good like you seen a ghost And I boast and all, cause it's my protocol And like hurricane season, I hope I ball Wait, Isaiah G, 16 and sh** AAP forever cause you know my team legit