[Jay Rukas Intro] Damn yeoo, this is gonna be crazy son It hasn't even been a year and I got something for the people Big ups Whizzer Dee for this one, for real This sh**s mad crazy [Verse One] Flow so smooth like bu*ter. Concerned about if I ain't gonna make it, I'mma be right in the gutter Dreamt about being on magazine covers Back then I tried to stay cool with others But some of these negus are like my brothers And the rest are fake like Undercovers The females were the same, but just under covers I had inner vision of performing in-front of millions It's the beginning of a inning Take the L, cause the Villans are straight winning Been on point like 3.14, decimal Breaking it down straight to the skeletal, divide them up into sectionals Leaving these narrow minded people feeling sorrow It's incredible how I rhyme, leaving the microphone defined Yeo, whats the time? I ain't got no patients for these patience I'm tryna cut in line cause I'm tired of waiting Been ill like Sickle Cell, I'm real as steel You know the deal, tell me what those eyes prevail It's mad sk**s that over chart a Richter scale I'mma do this until I'm frail Feel optimistic, cause its becoming something realistic