And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain Its my trigger finger just slit when i aim All y'all niggas taking shots, just adjust your aim, Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas. I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper If you went to prison youde aim to drop the soap faster Tired of hearin' these voices in my head Or aim for the head instead, Mane, my aim is rain on you shame, Through all the rain and the pain Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses We're the same, i aim to separate you from this