witness fashawn invented in a minute or more like a chemist guess who just kicked in the door with a fifth of jim beam in his veins g on his chain me and the gang pitching them game like chris carpenter roll with a thick squadron what i oughta give you artists is a trip to a mausoleum showstopping you gotta see him next time probably riding something european where the fuck s my passport i need to get out of here high enough to kick the stratosphere roll the carpet out your majesty s here i m velour y all cashmere the champ s back and you can t cheer besides christ ain t a spirit that this man fears if i ain t the best i m damn near tell me how you plan to hang with a chandelier your whole camp queer gang of pam griers to all hustlers i m fronting work never wanted to wear cleats just wanted to run the turf beef twice i be burying niggas he s nice but don t compare him to jigga let s get one thing crystal clear i m a magician dear cause i made all of my peers disappear y all ain t rappers y all actors richard gere and the fact is you cats should switch careers two things real my niggas my bitch hair i m on my tenth tape sixth year umm maybe a little longer it made me into a monster patient everyday i was getting stronger wait up i had to get my weight up and be an entrepreneur straight up was told follow the light you ll shine bright just give it time i write keep in mind that it s a grind watch homie some can t endure the climb so the top s lonely still it feels like i m barely getting started possessed by the dearly departed rap martyrs middle name mustafa some think i m a prophet most say i m a problem impossible to fix commit a massacre like al capone with a flow and a style unknown a golden child is grown in a zone on a cloud of my own this time around with my crown my robe i flew thousands and thousands of miles from home so ciao to my pals in rome i hug the lane i m an aston bang like a maverick with the aim of a trained assassin and so it remains you lames is as if past tense and named a has been fuck what you heard here s what y all forgot gotta stop pretending you are what you not when this product hit the block every jaw finna drop bitches hopping out they drawers and they tops like they clothes on fire just to roll with the sire a level much higher bout to soak the sky up ha he s just boo mafioso i m giving niggas cement shoes let em sleep with the piranhas i m leaving rappers resting in peace in their pajamas stop snoozing i m comfy in my spot and i m not moving you d have to send a shot through him god forbid that ever happen ready for whatever action in case i gotta spin your melon backwards the technique is elephant rap type of shit leave your skeleton cracked like i hit you with the heaviest axe i be leaving footsteps on the track now i m embedded as a legend in fact i m a double barrel shotty a pacquiao blow to the body and that ll make you niggas convert ali punk 