Prod. Benny the Butcher & The Alchemist

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This the story of a misfit, PG18, explicit
Entertain the description, dig my hands into wisdom
Once again he grippin' the pen, ready to risk it
Killin' rookies, niggas push me, I'm pushin' limits

They couldn't define I, prolly need eyeliner
See what I have on my plate would break your fine china
I just put 'em in a box, make 'em face the prizefighter
Every type of writer gatherin' dust like type writers

So draw back, fall back like you in a recliner
When I spit around your circle you can't decipher the cypher
It's yours truly, all Gucci, no need for designer
See my verse ace, can't switch the Chanel/channel, I got you tuned in

They all looney, put my Vuitton/foot on they neck, they all Louise
Young Watrs, but you gon' see these oceans like George Clooney
Aww sue me, I'm thinkin' like a business, that thought suits me
Nah dudey, soon as I'm spittin' facts then y'all mute me

My peers on the road to theirs, steer clear when I'm in the rear view mirror, I'm gettin' near, now listen
I done flirted with death, still livin' after I kissed it
Now my aim is on point, ask my exes, I don't miss 'em

I'm in a scope, markin' shady niggas from a hill top
You will pop, this rounds on me, I'm servin' kill shots
Since a lil pup, didn't see my pops, not even a lil, and momma was poppin' pills for her tear drops

But fear not, I still rock harder, hotter than molten
Supernova and neutron stars collidin', I'm golden
Behold him, Husain Boltin' till my bank swollen
When I go in I leave these niggas leakin' like I'm Snowden

The coldest, if niggas in the buildin' then they snowed in
Put me top of the totem, I'm glowin', no chain on him
Got the world in my hands, got these niggas hands foldin', I just keep goin', you don't hear the end/N, like in autumn

Double barrel flow, the barrels twins like they Olsens
I used to stretch my hands out, they crossed me, no warnings
I'm tryn'a be better but if you Judas/you diss me it all ends
How can I cruise if I/crucify can't turn a blind eye to all sins

Momma wanted a college boy, I dropped out and followed the dollar more
I couldn't be bothered to be a scholar
Now a dawg fresher like he spent the day in a parlour
Huntin' these bucks, antelopes, gazelles and impalas

No problem, it's all math, I'm good at solvin' problems
Nights darker than Gotham, smoke a flower and blossom
I just gotta rap around these cocky niggas like a condom
I ain't gotta kill, soon I spit they playin' possum

Chewbacca, shit gon' get hairy you better ease up
On the day I was born they had to cut me out like Caesar
Heart and mind, fightin' my battles in Eben-Ezer
Now what I got in the trunks will put their bodies in a freezer/Frieza

Over achiever, done datin' golden retrievers
Every feature I shape shift into a different creature
Turnt skeptics to believers, they were sleepin' on a dreamer
Took a breather, now I take they breath away like Grim Reapers

Eureka, like Archimedas steppin' into water
Fire breather, I step in rooms and change 'em into saunas
Get the heir to the throne, I choke him out infront the audience
While my feet in the Earth, I feel the dirt down to the quantum

Level in which bend the 4 elements
My repertoire causin' battle scars, leavin' emcees blue like Avatars
I push the dopest product, check my catalog
I been runnin' marathons around these amateurs since analog

Fuck 'em

Fuck these niggas

Watrs

Shoutout my nigga Cleon

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