Understandable smooth shit to jump off the stoop with, know I kick in my two cents, itʼs duffles and toothpicks, to give you 16 feels like if a pound flew in,
competition Nutso?, letʼs GPS where the roof is, yea, The same flow came out the hallway with me,
I put ‘95 on my back like Iʼm DeAndre Bembry, itʼs like Iʼm Illmatic sitting on loop
meets Mortal Kombat finishing moves,
you seen what the genesis do,
And the endings is Jordan-esque or
whichever way that the play goes,
‘cause six joints will get you whatever, I came as Thanos, I threw you jewels with an NYCHA flow,
blue and orange signs like I was on Dolanʼs payroll, Malcolm X Air Raid Nikes, by the caseload,
but still good to fuck with a Becky like John Stamos, taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos and to slay the Box but to make love to instrumentals, do the math