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…