Yea, yea, yea, all out in the place to be, yea, feel me Uh huh, yea I'm talkin' bout, ain't nothin' to it Separate the weak from the obso-lete Who say mobsters don't prosper I foresee a place and time, monumental like they're making dimes like Wilhelmina I foresee like it's Mason Mont on the MIC, like I be makin' mines All it take is spine, like a snake design just to take your time and wait in line like my latest rhyme It produces like a muse but reduces like it's made of wine In the face of shine made it out the latest bind in the shape of crime I can't take it like it's made of swine, but can't break it like an agent mind without the torture Waterboarded to a turn into reporter, Uber mention ten I treat these sneakers like a tour bus And we walk the streets like they ain't sure of us, the wishing well failed Just watch the poor come pick the quarters up And why be satisfied with quarters they be countin', they be wishing more fools a couple quarters in the fountain I foresee, like I live nextdoor to 4B, gonna be hardcore like the next war my sword see Try to lock me out like I'm Jason Voorhees, I just use my sword as the door key, ha ha We've been doin' this for a while Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal We gon flip it upside down Cause we be puttin' substance over style We've been doin' this for a while Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal We gon flip it upside down Cause we be puttin' substance over style, for real Molecular pressures carve large habits in the savage I'm as managed like a credit card, Americard Expressions all in my reflections like a vampire nah, my fans keep the campfire hot I, tell stories like Maria Flor's, though a poker vis-à-vis how I carry mines forth These flocka flames pith hot as a wok at Chang's, drop the proper relics dispel it like Doctor Strange The rumor, that runs like a puma throughout the Uma that we still believe in humor Gotta have hunger when you under to go from junior to humongous in the dune Yea, and get your hibiscus and petunia way before you have your funa- uh Abbreviate it for the dopery, my poetry don't deserve flowers, deserves potpourri Word to Dough Burger of the poetry to stop the sting like a broken bee, runaways versus overseas We've been doin' this for a while Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal We gon flip it upside down Cause we be puttin' substance over style We've been doin' this for a while Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal We gon flip it upside down Cause we be puttin' substance over style, for real Without the substance I feel incomplete, like taekwondo without the feet, type it wrong without the lead Michael Corleone without the seat or the streets, EKGs without the beeps, peeps Recorded this out in Califo, but feel like Dallas to a palindrome, a salad on my palette, bro Still eat a cannibal sandwich, though, mix the poison with the antidote and terrorize the whole talent show Metal detector, capture the underground sound made of pallets out my catacomb Treat a hood like it's downtown, when I'm down round at Flavela void I touch five steaks like Illinois, hella poise We've been doin' this for a while Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal We gon flip it upside down Cause we be puttin' substance over style We've been doin' this for a while Holdin' down the bass like I'm gal We gon flip it upside down Cause we be puttin' substance over style, for real