Its been a long time coming so Im seizing the moment,
And Im tired of fake rappers so Im bringing it potent.
Yo this thing they call rap, best believe that I own it,
And if you wanna get tuff, ya’ll see that I chrome it.

When yall gonna figure out that your rhyming’s atrocious,
Gimme 16 bars, Ill leave you lying with moses.
Yall can stop all the bitching cause your crying is hopeless,
You treat tracks like public places cause your fire is smokeless.

I got a lot on my mind, so the pen never ends,
And I stay wit eq, so the sin never ends.
You really wanna go to war, bring ya 10 feathered friends,
Ima pluck all you chickens, then Ill sever your skin.

Yo Im focused on these raps like the lens from a camera,
And my thumb kinda tired from tha bend of tha hammer.
Ima keep on spitting till the end or the slammer,
Yall some baby mc’s, like ya pens in the pampers.

Yo this shit I be spittin just be harder than most,
Lyrics be leaving you shook like Im starving your throat,
In tha south they call me cola, slanging bottles of coke,
I take a picture just so you can watch yo mamma get smoked.

Cause I dont wanna play the game, my ambition's the top,
And they call me change-up cause my transitions are hot,
Snitches know they facing death when they mentioning Knox,
Yall some livin contradictions, like Ja dissin on Pac.