First I'ma shred a (what?) verse like I had a personal vendetta (yeah) Words come together like birds of a feather (what?) 'Til I need a walker like Herschel I'm better than all of you fuckin' little twerps put together But I'm not tryna be controversial, I'd rather (nah) Talk about shit with the purpose that matters (like?) Like who had to second best verse on "Forever?" (Damn) Now I got a riddle (what?), one condition, you mustn't laugh (okay) What is the opposite of Benzino? (Uh, what?) A giraffe (haha) "Go at his neck, " how the fuck is that? (yeah) How can I go at somethin' he doesn't have (haha) Arm so short he can't even touch his hands When they're above his head doin' jumping jacks (wow) Sorry, I don't mean (what?) to upset you Ben' (yeah) When I talk about (what?) all the debt you're in (uh) I hear that you been (what?) creepin' on the low In them cheap hotels, that they catch you in (what?) Jesus Christ, dawg (damn), when you said two-ten Never guessed you meant at the Red Roof Inn (woah) In a room with one single bed, two men (what?) Shady, man you can't-, yes you can Well, I guess then I regret to inform you, hate to spoil the day (what?) But this doesn't bring me no joy to say (huh?) Guess that Coi Leray feat's in the toilet, ayy? (Goddamn) Damage due to flows, collateral I suppose Gat pointed like mine and Sandra Bullock's nose (well) Yeah, them bullet holes, have you full of those (yeah) You'll catch a stray like animal control, plan a funeral I'ma probably have to plan a few neurological exams Once again, it is off into that damn padded room I go Right toward the asylum or the psych ward Because I strangled you with a mic cord Because my fuckin' mind's morbid I'm on my pegasus, my high horse, and I'm fly (yeah) Bitch, I soar like a stye You probably feel like you're gonna die (yeah) 'Cause you're in my morgue and you're tied up like a tight score And that's why (what?) I'm back with Cole Bennett And I been at the level J. Cole been at It's Aftermath that I ride for 'til I die