Yo this beat so go gutter, it makes me wanna stutter,
Lay the harmony, like hot butter,
Over the toast, smoke the most,
The freshest emcee to host,
And none come close, when i make the most,
I turn ghost, when i get a scent of a roast, sweet mary,
Kind of scary, when ya senses talking senseless, what is this?,
Descendant of Enoch, and we got,
The game on lock,
No combination, i stay in rotation, like its money to be makin,
The temptations, got me creatin,
A space for my mansion haven,
Hoes misbehavin, tryna get a staple in, but peeld it off,
Downsized, play broke, but still living in an exquisite loft,




Yo its do or die, keep my eyes tight,
From the fry,
So why lie, im tryna get the same pies, that was told by the same lies,
Say we the people, see the evil that bleed through,
Say they need you, only when you,
Down on ya last buck,
And when ya broke, they dipped out, quick to cop out,
So i switched up my route, cuz instincts, stay creepin' out,
I let my melanin reveal, still tryna survive, the seven golden hills,
Say its fake, but this **** is real,
Let the hidden knowledge heal,
All those, who aint down to frill ya skill,
I potlucked it, i say **** it, wrote my own checks, system i bucked it,
Now they markin' me, like the Kennedys, or the Jackson family,
And my real thinkers, understanding me!!