Ay yo, this rule is set in stone,
don't hate on any type of rap until you master the flow
With nothing to show,
you better take it slow, or someone's gonna leave a roll
Of yellow and red tape, stop calling yourself great
Somebody please translate, announce a new king
Bro, this is a checkmate, no more moves left to make
Ain't no piece of cake
You gotta work every day, call it year-to-date, you feel me?
Fuck sweating for a dime and dying for a dollar
I don't need that kind of drama in my life now
I'd rather flip a coin with white collar crime so, so
Catching zz-s not for me, left to right and break some knees
Crappy deals i won't agree, all the haters gotta flee
Work two jobs and a degree, counting paper one two three
Feels like locals cannot see,
still a lot learn from rap that's overseas, huh?
I know, i know, saintcypher roll the tape
Gotta go toe to toe and trade blow after blow
Might end up six feet below under surface
With shitty service, end of the rodeo
Check your supply, you must have misty eyes
And twisted mind, mom told you a very gifted child
Getting sick of all these lies, summon inner mister hyde
Gta with barrow clyde, happy ending move aside
Web tats and fake glocks, who you tryna be
With all that cheap talk i just do not see
Part of the journey to the top is the art that you not
Give a fuck, gotta find your cup of tea
Off the beaten path i be, god made plans but not for me
With this lamp in my hand i just feel so mighty
Grand plan to rule the land but the lesson's pricey
Go all-in on my dreams but the deal is dicey
Mirror, mirror on the wall, do i have it in me
Or am i just gonna fall? the dome is too small
For you to stand up tall, drink some alcohol
Till liver's packed and roll with the flow, okay
Switching styles every track, never get back
Be dropping tails like geico, with mic on
Tell every hater in the room it's time for you to lie low
A psycho, with live show wherever i go
