I hear you talkin' shit, bro you think you're the heat Please bow down to defeat you're barely mince meat Stop with the street talk, and start to do the street, walk Lock yourself in and tell me this, prepare to be thrown in the ocean In the middle with jaws Or prefer to be served and severed with claws, knock on the doors Of absolute death you may But please be ready for the automatic failures you may make So take this and wait for another dismembering, remembering The tethering of your dream and how it was minced to pieces Believe in yourself please, to save you now you'll be needing Help from Jesus, You think I'm copy, pasting please, tell me how you're acting up, yeah man talk the hood talk better go back and walk the hood walk you ain't had the taste of a real G, Get back down to your level and prepare to be beat Writing on your sheet, like you're deep please you're weak You ain't on my level or a level at all, take a vacation