[Verse 1] I'm a dragon with these flames, these days, you can go play where streets lay Me and the music feel inseparable, check it ho, but these broads respect it though I'm on my pedestal, over sky pillar, these k**ers haven't been realer since the d**h of king of thriller No chillers, like we're playing J Dilla, got a knack for this rapping thing like we're playing billiards Technology run this world probably better than the white man can, but letting it run the world was probably the white mans plan Kicking b**hes out like Pam or like Martin doing the can-can, these rappers want beef but ill throw them spam. Their taking up space like spam, it's a damn the for presidency were looking for a better man To some that n***a is a hero, but others say he's just another political negro Cover both your mouths statements equal zero, I'm Sela**ie soaring off like a spearow Check my appearance I'm dressing Phoenix regal, finding another me is like getting aerodynamic of eagles You spit crack? I spit thousands of narcotics, give me hot beat if you want some of the product Sit on sky pillar shout out to Mr.Knight, the real rap k**er, n***a [Verse 2] Finding life's purpose but I'm doing that daily, if it was a cla** ill probably end up failing Sorry dad, you lucky if I barely pa**, but you can't get mad your known for leaving fast Gave my siblings a symphony, for their enemies, if they do fiends will get popped mentally Want to start something your not knowing to, your as tough as the blue Nile falls are blue Don't be crude, your not one to dude, if you go lude that motion will probably be on YouTube You'll be gone so fast no one will believe, like if God and Lucifer finally came to an agreement Who's not to say we're all fallen angels and we'll go to heaven when we earn our stripes like the bengals Bangladesh sounds like its past tense, can you laugh with wit on a throne of arachnids? And I'm praying that they lava the casket of Reagan cause I don't need satan coming back super sayin Shout out to BP my making no money crew, but when we do we'll ball like our dreams came true Hear me saying the same type sh** like shifting echoes, but those are my ways so please be respectful I hope I make money by the bedfull, and when I die, bury me with copy of Mr.Hyde and Dr.Jekyll Buddy