[Verse 1: Black Cherub] [Verse 2: J-Walk] [Verse 3: Myr] What you think about a dope n***a? Who flow sicka, than most n***as With no liquor... Deliver hot rounds, with no pick up Hostile, like four stick ups n***as be lost like sheep From the song Lil Bo Peep Making moves off of no sleep But my eyes still open like old creeps Hotter than l-a-v-a In the Sahara surrounding the place With no more water just spice on yo plate And then Kris Jenner's daughter giving you a taste But even that couldn't phase me... Who the new black is it Jay-Z.. Or maybe just someone with sense If so then they had to relay me.. I mean I ain't sh** but I'm wise Peep bullsh** in disguise so high I could sh** in da sky People still hate? Oh my Handle beef from 3,4, 5 guys.. I don't get tired Bars more hot than Shmurda I'll set concrete on fire And then cut ties Cause some things you just don't need and I see cause I got 3 eyes I got 3 eyes, 3 eyes, I got 3 eyes..