The lyrics are tight; don’t need me a genie - my dream is my life,
this ain’t a disguise…I’m Black and the “B,” is capitalized,
intelligence high, I do not know why they acting surprised…
might not be the best, but I’m rapping way better than half of these guys!
All they want to do is taunt and flex, talking all about they car and they checks
they act hard, but a night alone with their pillow really is as hard as they get,
I spit fire - shit is hot the depths of hell where the pits of tar and the devil are,
with the kettle on, playing heavy metal with a red guitar, and I’m flexing on him,
ain’t no thought to me - if you not real don’t talk me,
I used to sip a lot of drink, care what people thought of me,
and that shit worked out awfully, so your feelings ain’t my problems -
I’m focused on police that got my niggas on they knees, see?
They living better than ever we in the ghetto with metal -
they never let up - I’m fed up with all the bullshit,
never cared about anything on the news, bitch -
knowing nothing credible ever come out of loose lips,
they embedded in every head in America,
telling them all we terrible - bury me in the nooses
don’t ever tell me you’re better at making music,
you cannot compare to a veteran - I’m a student - I’ma prove it…

I don’t talk shit, I do it; steady flossing, times two -
my niggas bosses, stay moving and living lawless, like Lucy
“Within the Law,” shit, “Just Shoot Me” -
I’m “Less Than Perfect,” no movie,
but I put in work, cash that green with a little purp,
show up to the scene, pretty girl that’s - my Xena…she got a cult -
ain’t got time to waste, after better places to call my home -
voter registration, no hesitation I’m going to vote,
fuck your legislation - want decimation of all your hope,
cause independence wasn’t the declaration for us they wrote -
aim for decimation, emancipation or cut my throat!
Twelve watching, so I make no mistakes whenever I roll,
and I ain’t stopping til I get reparations for all my folk!

I’m feeling like Will, I know I’m the best, I miss Uncle Phil,
I’m out for the thrill, I live for the hunt - don’t care for the kill,
I’m after the skill, I do what I want, don’t need me a deal,
don’t need the appeal, but you rappers just front, so you probably will…