Don’t get it twisted I’m king of my city, ask every Micheal from greenfield make dudes walk across the street, my intimidations was a reach, even after braking in Rainey’s window an taken an ass beat I still didn’t get put to sleep, walked right out the door shook ya hand back to the streets, white boy with respect as big as meech, call me, Mister Mob, ask everyone I use to rob everyone on the block call me von, Old licks dm peace treaties, they know I’m out of town, but they don’t want a slick meeting, Glock got a quick feeding, walking up call it a meet an greeted, Me and Drake the only who can’t be defeated bruh, Drizzy maybe heatin up, But I already got you bleeding up, No 5S around, no disrespect that just ain’t my set, I’m come solo solo, have you tripping like the wet, ya that pcp pipe I be laying on the beat I don’t understand why my throne ain’t in home already, these labels playing favorites, nah I’m not Tom McDonald, But damn I think they hate us, but all these crazy artist made this, aint afraid to drop bodies, one of the realists in my city, an not a single label fucking with me, I can hit the griddy on every street in the circle, that pistol where your pants down, you walking around like Steve Urkel, might of lost it all but it ain’t shit to get it back, now how many times is it now 1,2,3,56789 it’s the 10th a matter of fact, I came here to attack anyone who wanna step to us on a track, I accept myself, you still wanna act that’s wack no cap, that’s fact, spitting flows with words leaving bullet hole, Drizzy said all Guns firing backwards, no hats on the type line, that’s an underestimated type rhyme, posted me shooting way back, before back2back, an I’m not just talking on the court, all people told on me while battling in court, don’t believe go head an check the report, ya boy on point, solid an didn’t even go to the joint, Homiee say we Hood legends, but my momma want a grand son so hopefully I make it to heaven, just playing God, 6 God, Wolf, like Odin Zeus achilles, or maybe Brahma,Vishnu, Shiv, all the places accepting the Kid, my heart Big, Spiritual masterpiece I bet a lot of women thought when my dad died the world bastard me, no, that’s just somebody speaking blasphemy, Smallest circle can’t have no body talking bad on me, on a path for greatness steady staying focused, anonymous group on my Woke shit, been Preaching on them even Satan saying go ahead boy preach it, Demoms as sacrifice is the only way ritual is completed, ask God if you don’t believe this, my bars bigger than .762s, you may have lot of likes but truthfully you don’t even have a crew, all my old homies got a Glock, it ain’t nothing to hack your dot, see us rush your spot, we could literally go to any block, less than $10k have you drop at any spot, that’s including 5star expenses, ya know what I mean the type to not leave a mess, even if they get pressed by the pressed, steady got vest, till we bite the bullet, it’s war, I just had to drop another song to up my score.