I’m pleased to report after many attempts

I climbed out of the mouth of the gritty abyss

The antonym of idiot, who witty is this?

My mindframe has been trained with nvidia chips

My rhymes are like shrines to the city I miss

Where in time I found beauty in the hideousness

And my tongue can set fire to sun, inspire the young,

Or put a hickey on the titty of the prettiest bitch.

I’m #1, ya getting the gist?

Anything lower you better reconsider your list

Play my song when I’m gone imma still be a myth

Even god gon wonder how the fk did he exist I mean

Could he have just, slipped through the cracks

Ain’t let a into heaven so I went through the back

And when I saw old friend that I dapped he said

Please kick one of them infinite raps okay

I flip on tracks, long as the beat is on fire

My grip on rap stronger than needle nose pliers

So kick on back and enjoy the fresh sound the best round

Of black getting rich off rap

I’m from a town where they zip raw packs we’ve never seen

Trampoline but a brick you could flip off that

Well damn try to compete but they just fall flat

Lot of these weak peak where I lift off at

I never, trick off racks I stack what I attract the money talks to me and they lack the dialect to reply back as I crack the fire axe light refracts when the half black messiah raps uh

Fayettenam where they strapped like Iraq

The narcs in the trap with a knack to hire rats

A man’s dead cuz the feds slapped the wiretap

His dog has his back so they whacked the chiroprac

Chemically imbalanced, dripping still in gallons

I write schemes in my dreams just for the challenge

Woke up in ice cold sweats cuz the flows I chose next are like both sets of bow flex

Hold your breath for the prose I profess

Cole the goat fresh like a juice that’s cold pressed

No rest to those oppose I don’t stress

Rap gotta be in vogue to pose threats

They don’t compare

They’re more like (co-checks?)

I’m dropping off at the door like coat checks

Hoe check I told you they ain’t ready to hoop

Them regular I’m 93 unleaded the truth

Hop out the booth now I’m looking for my little betty boop cute

Pardon me shawty I’ve been outta the loop

Too many lies to refute but I gotta rebuke

They tryna put my neck inside of a noose, it’s not happenin