Im on my wu tang Im on a school cats Im on a new trap on my j.cole on my who that I know you cool man,I know you stuck in a hood trap I want it to man its some new jam with the new pen We see em haters are coming That means we up to something You claim you sick and you bluffing You think that you hard but you soft as a muffin My Nikka started with nothing We came from the bottom you see that we climbing.. We see the hate and we cut it We rolling the joint and you started to puff it I came with the new plan We see em shooters we shoot em Bumping my song and you like em When we started to rhyme you rolled back I call it a new trap hot bars with some cool dabb I like that boom bap when we show in the cypher it's true rap They call me sick they call me dope some kinda names I don't know Playing shoot to kill out in the streets my Nikka you don't know My Nikka you provoked and then my Nikka you die slow This is a 018 grind my Nikka just go home