For Anthony

Rhyming these days is real frustrating, all the trash that these kids round here are making

Kids rapping to seem “hard” or ghetto, not thinking about our ancestors the pharaoh

But it don't matter what weapons, human nature stays the same, dagger, steel piece, fists, kill bill ball and chain

Got the whole block saying "True dat, do that, that", posing bitches don't rap, they do muzak

Tobacco and crack hoes, you ain't no Escobar, no-no, faux gangster and false chains, no wonder your repertoire is so-so

Same flow and beat to a song, claim every song of theirs is unique, you reek of a weak streak, get the fuck up off of my street

Try a new style, attempts are futile, get a grip child; is the only movie you ever seen 8-mile?

The overly misogynistic, trying to conceal that he's autistic, think he's winning one with his weird ass dick pic

Boy please, your not hot with that sleazy bullshit, I wouldn't show that needle to anybody even if they waterboarded me

I'm no object, not a prize to be won, and even if I was, i would have already won myself son

Since the day of PS3 I've been chesty, but Lexxy don't take any of y'all cause you all stay zesty

Believe me I've gotten kinky, edge of seventeen like Stevie, but now you see me and perceive me as the type to ask where the weed be

Indeed we like Khalid so MCs make me out to be some sorta softie

Freak like me ask where the lube and the glock be, don't take me as some negative Nancy

Au contraire mon frère, I'm as horny as they can be, but the simple truth is I'm not for you and that's that

So don't you dare stare and like some goofy yelling "Gyat", cause I've got that slickness you got to wrap in paper wax

The fact is I don't let rats peek at my anatomy, lottery has a greater chance

Cause you decide to strip me of my bodily autonomy, I'll kill your soldiers like Deuteronomy

So as I put all your friends in so much agony, so happily

Remind yourself, if you don't stop the way you're going you'll be next, fuck you Anthony