When a beat get killed, why I'm always a suspect

My apologies I ain't know I be this late

But I ain't felt this ******' cold since The Sicktape

Wrap my issues up in swishers, take a drag of them

Me and Mr. Music in the stu, back at it again

Dust off all these mops and all they mint-conditioned packaging

And open up and go for it ****** I been practicin'

Uh, this the cleanest my flow ever been

Bout to leave the Chi and bring it back a seventh ring

Verses on lock snappin' like an old key ;til the hoes blow me like Derrick Rose knee huh?

God willing I gotta feeling I'm getting close

******s who patient shootin' jumpers get em in the most

******s hatin' while I act so lenient

I don’t really even hear them, they just background singers

God save any ****** go to war with us

That’s a sinking *******p full of hoes like a tour bus

I can see why I got girls from out of state obsessin

Light skin and fly, clutch under pressure

I'm the type that break the rules and then ignore the lecture

My song belong on walls, in homes of art collectors

Yeah, I really hope you ******s feel this

And feel me when I say the goal is fillin' up arena's

Take that how you will, you was better in the offseason

I been killing everything, all season

All-city, all-state, all-rhyming

Best of all

I forgot it like Alzeheimer's

Yeah, that’s just how I does it

Solo, imagine how it would be with a budget?

Wow, or how it could be if it wasn’t

Nothing but some wack rappers in this industry that’s buzzin

So ****** the world from the back, ya'll don’t see my on a track like I'm clear runnin' a lap ******


I'm at a place in which I think was really meant for me

And even though I don’t believe that anything is meant to be

Mentally, I'm on this grandiose platform

Seein visions, makin dreams, and closin' all the back doors

No more shortcuts to these back roads

Paved the path for a better life though

So really there ain't nothin else for me to ask for

*******t I'm here ****** started at the asphalt, ugh!

Ridin' through my city could get shot

They might not let you see another day like Pac

I'm just dyin' to make it, cuz I believe in what I do

Starrin' in the mirror ain't nobody standin' front of you

You can feel it in your soul like preacher's in front of you

It’s a god speakin' down in front of you

Changin' lives is a job, I wake up and I go hard

Cliché *******t but ****** a broad, tryna take the crew abroad

Man me and my ******s we just waitin' on the call

But really I ain't waitin', I'm just workin'

Hoes twerkin'

And I'm certain these ******s closin' they curtains when they see me, they don’t see me, but they really bout to feel me


******es out they bras

Ain't no fiction, ain't no crack whippin'

Ain't no pistol poppin, ain't no wood grain grippin'

Just a real ****** listen

You into false hopes, you ain't even know it, but admit it

I'm into smokin ******, rappin' off the top, and makin history

No ceilin unless the ****** ceilin' is the Sistine

It's like god everytime I do a 16

I'm like god everytime I do 16 god, 28

Sorry if im late

28

Tell them ******s that I'm sorry that I'm late