Imma king I mean you see the ring And the green I seem to bring In the back of my jeans, just busting the seams Call it the bucks or the cream, When I pull up to the scene Smoking shit so loud that it must be the scream Ghost face, don’t wait, Yo fate no trace, All gas no breaks On the track so laced place first in the race I was birthed from a place Where they give birth to the greats Who can’t make a mistake No fan of making them wait I gotta sermon for my enemies return of the trinity Burning who they send at me Earning for the kin to me I’m done stalling I hear the booth calling Going sabertooth mauling The truth is so appalling If you listen when I’m spitting You can sense I’m on a mission What I’ve written, it’s ascension so high, up with some distance the suspension have ya squintin We are lab rats, out here paying mad tax, I just get so mad that, they turn me into mad max That’s mad facts I also think it’s sad that We killing other people just cause we wish we could have that Not our possessions, but they force us to obsession Turn our own minds into weapons, so that we just keep forgetting So much unjust, one must, forget trust, Losing all the strength we once had to get up No motivation, only waiting for a payment Working my ass off just to go on a vacation Blowing dro up in my basement, send a bowl around I face it That’s all I have for replacement, So low hell was adjacent Got back up My stock back up In the club I made it rain so the top back up But her top back off