I used to wanna be the greatest, but that’s impossible, cause I got the flow and I got the skills, got it all, and still got these bills, met Scarface...he told me architecture was cooler, I’ma do both - drop cold lyrics and architect my future, These rappers slow cause they medicated, I’ma kill them first - I’m premeditated with the murder verse - make them levitate cause they featherweight - they get decimated, any enemy that wanna get emancipated, I’m a slave master, slave away cause I’m dedicated, stop motion, but never hesitating - reanimated - I’m a Tomb Raider, Doomslayer, better yet, I gotta get a new name for what I do to haters, put them at the bottom of the newspaper, in the obits cause them dudes fakers, Two-Faces in my Gotham, I got them losing paces when I clock them I’ma pursue the chase until they fall like autumn - illuminated, nigga This shit getting hella shifty, last week, I did all the math, and if I work hard seven days a week I’ll be debt-free by like, 2050? fuck that, I’ma drop hits from the dropship with Rick and Morty in the cockpit, in the back, I’m relaxed with a hot chick, on the cot, when the neutron bomb hits, I’m like, “That shit cray, ain’t it, bae?” What she order? Chik-Fil-A? Popping cherry doors and tearing walls, I get it straight - if she Drew Barrymore, I’m Adam Sandler for 50 dates…

I put in hella time for this… I put it down, though, gimme the crown, yo… In the heart of life, a life-of-the-party night, only real nigga here, cause everybody white, don’t get it twisted, though…in the Pacific Northwest, if you wanna see the best come and spit the flows, nigga - I’m with it, I’m committed, no kidding - my fitted kitted, militant with it, I should get a lieutenant, you niggas is still talking bout old shit! You cop snow? Well, I’m Jon Snow: king in the north with a cold chick, and you old dogs with no tricks, yeah! niggas is cobras, so I…keep the metal like Destro, you running up on me, dozing…one eye open like Deathstroke, black with the gold is frozen…keep it hundred when I’m penning in the next flow, you niggas is ghosts - I wrote it…another name on my Death Note, my retirement your best hope of ever hearing that you next to blow, speaking of, with a fine girl, pulling on my coat, saying ‘let’s go,’ turn her body to a pretzel, wet nasty - no cesspool, diving in to the deep end, working on my new breaststroke, Level completed, you niggas will never defeat it, even with cheating, all you motherfuckers acting conceited, now you retreating, murdering all you niggas, hurting with bars and lyrics, stinging you with the barb like Nicki Minaj, I feel like the god when I rip it, everybody get nauseous, look at the bars, harder than carbon with it… come on, dog, I make a car get carsick when I floss, of course, I do because I’m boss - I got the sauce, my faucet stay on Voss, your broad’s got intercourse on my docket - since I’m on the topic, here’s a double entendre: got my pick in her locket, with a click I unlock it, bitch I’m sicker than vomit when I spit this adage, niggas tripping - Solange, I mean a trip with the Johnsons… Never slipping, steady grinding, why they trippin off of mine? Niggas never got the mindset, but they always want to shine, everybody wanna be it, but don’t nobody wanna see what it takes to get a taste, so they all get erased, forgotten, gone, and deleted… I put it on the line for this, till I put it down, though, I put in hella time for this, ain’t got no time to clown, hoe, gimme the crown, yo… Winter’s coming, nigga - who gon’ stop me? Keep a saber by the bed if you wanting to rob me, nigga…

My nigga, I’m slamming doors on a street Jeep, upon a heat seat, I’m on 13th Street, my mind on tilt, and TILT on my mind, rapping on these streets, running them like Sweet Feet, covered in gold, like C-3PO, I’m from that, P-O-R-T-L-A-N-D, G, you niggas are way behind, but I got that state of mind, keep me writing the greatest lines while I’m on my way to shine, they be hating mine, but I ain’t surprised, look at me! Big smile with a tank top and some top notch kicks, and I bet you will not cop this, cause it’s a 1-of-1, meaning one-and-done, and you never gonna get another, in the telly with a honey with a tat upon her belly, and we barely got it in, it was a struggle, claiming she couldn’t find a rubber…motives barely undercover… I ain’t trying to make a baby, cause I got bills and I struggle - make that double… I’m an immortal, killing niggas for boredom, let them write out their bullshit lyrics, rap and record them, feeling like they important, I can see the sun for the first day like, all year, no rain, bout to hop up out the crib, first thing, speakers bumping that EARTHGANG, “my top down, and I’m rolling through the city…yeah, yeah, yeah” - I’m at the top now, ain’t nobody fucking with me… getting shwifty till you niggas get me, come on! Rolling through your city with a dime piece with me, started real gritty, now I’m sitting real pretty, you niggas probably hate me, so I feel like Tom Brady - yep, specially since I’m rolling in a brand new Patriot Jeep, no Durango… silver paint, no chain, though - feeling unchained, no Django; say you getting money nigga, but you really ain’t though - the gangster rap’s played - time’s changed, bro; shawty want a dude like me, that’s down to do hiking, fuck her good, then hit her with the Ruby Jewel ice cream, don’t take this stuff lightly, because it’s unlikely that you will find another nigga rapping this tightly…I got it sewed, so while you talk trash on the ‘Gram, I’m with my dog ashing out grams, I’m gonna ball - cash in the clutch, I want it all - half ain’t enough, having a ball, laughing it up…anything I want now, I can have it, remember when we was poor? Shit sucked, can of ravioli in the cabinet… …but that’s life, didn’t change till I decided to put the work in until it’s perfect and stack the money up chest height, y’all niggas know I’m the best, right? King of the northwest side, home of the mean green, but believe me, killing y’all is the best high…