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Yo, I came in to eat, now they need an IV,

Got a pocket full of plans but they ain’t alive, see?

While you tryin’ to scheme, I’m the high-speed

Lyrical flyby – snatch the air like it’s high-grief.

Yo’ clique’s full of liabilities, no equity,

You betting’ on the wrong horse, watch your legacy

Testing’ me? Y’all don’t want that type of energy,

I’m the devil’s pedigree, you’re a lesser pedigree.

I got the tools to fix your problems, but they’re out of reach,

Kiss the feet of the prophet, I’ll teach you to preach.

You lookin’ for a come-up, but your plan’s so weak,

Thinkin’ you’re ahead, but I'm already on peak.

You wanna compete?, better bring more heat,

I sweep with the sweep, and my flow’s so sweet.

Feelin' the breeze while I'm dodgin' the sleaze,

I’m leavin’ you steeped, in the dirt where you sleep.

I write these verses in cursive, no rehearses,

Every line’s a verse, then I drop it in hearses.

I'm the king of the surface, never foldin' or swerving

I’m versing the curses, while you stuck in the furnace.

New tunes got 'em groovin’, but they snooze when I choose.

I move moons, and smooth grooves like I’m in the mood,

I shine through like the sun rise while y’all feelin’ the blues.

Mother fucker