Yo, yo Check the screws, yeah, I told you that my head is on Evil like Decepticon, toss 'em then we get 'em gone Running 'round to enlighten the man I'm takin' any motherfuckers with a mic in their hand And makin' peace (peace) Never fold like a center crease Spit at sixteen and leave an MC deceased, geez Tell this shit to all your friends, family, and anybody that'll stick until the end Ready, hot, shook the donut powder off a messy cop Lookin' nine ways, I just took it off from Fetty Wap Stick it to you like a Post-It, the most sick Sittin' on a cloud when I wrote this, you know this I'm potent with flows that'll go till explosion If you wanna beef then I roast it Fuck around the clock, that's a miscalculation, I'm in space Rocking the mic, my heart's racing, I'm in place Bitch (We interrupt this record to bring you a special bulletin) On my wand, is what is currently current The current in motion obliterating close quadrants, honest Only hold close, only those who hold promise Fuck all the persons who don't deserve So strike the nerve to sip from my wine, no cosines Not even a second of my time, tick That's the sound of the bomb that just blew So my soul igloos I trade blades with for a legendary status Apparatus, major, but the media then Instagram pictures Bitches be like: He cute though so I tap that twice Don't flatter me, you just think the nice Please, spitting 'cause knowledge of a hard life prodigy Don't show no degrees Fake rappers on my shit like they need some knee pads (This would've been fine if it wasn't for those meddling kids) (We interrupt this record to bring you a special bulletin) I get concerned then hear this beat you let me rip in You get too comfortable inside this script that you have written Take this piece of paper, crunch it up, then I'll flip it Can't come on my desk and laugh at all these fucking bitches Straight from the motherfuckin' depths of my mind Me and number nine coming straight out of the shrine I hope that you believe that we're the best that you can find They let us listen to this track and let us take you back in time See the clocks trippin' and that will blow your mind Holding every moment, how much longer are you mine? Tryna keep my balance as I truly walk the line It has to hurt more, you just have to be so fine Take a look as I begin the journey of my life I dare you to contest I'm as sharp as a fuckin' knife Come a little closer and I'll make you pay the price (price) Hallways, beware That's a shame And the gentleman with the guitar, what'd you do sir? (There is no threat of an invasion)