[Verse 1: Matt Fuze] Tell the mic 1-2-1-2 like rolling papers I'm raw I burn these emcees with a lighter Treat them like a cigar My Cuban link weighing a lot Your sh** as thin as a straw Cats stab you in your back with something small as a claw I make your head spin While you be sipping hypnotic Dashing like sonic Drinking syrup, never coughing Like dreads I'm never locking no hoes From different area codes Money coming in loads Haters step on your toes This like David and Goliath story I'll hit you with a punch line Right on your head and make you feel lost Like you're f**ing a Dory Try mean you'll be history I turn this into bloody stories When I split it's f**ing gory I'm a f**ing walking prodigy What I spit is sickening The youngest in the game But the realist to keep on listening Focused like I'm on Ritalin Sick I need penicillin Got your main b**h in my calls Cause you're sweeter than f**ing glycerin Really I've been doing this Lots of sh** I cherish I'm so ahead of my time I was watching my parents' marriage After big and pun, man this game I had inherit If you ain't rolling with me Then I don't really plan on sharing It's crazy when I started I just did it for fun Look for a b**h at a Catholic school Guess I'm leaving with nun Leave your b**h around my lane Be a decision that's dumb I see that you're softer than bread And so I left you in crumbs You see I like to keep a flashy pack With high-end type chains And some c**aine whites keep a designer pack I'll keep you floating like a f**ing a log And make two b**hes lock their bodies With each other like its cat-dog You couldn't flow like this to change your life I ain't a gangsta or a thug just keep it real So don't you lose your sight Calling me out you better stand a fight These 50 bars will have you f**ing overdosing on a pair of Nike's