Flyin with my day ones

You aint one, you just none

Spitfire like im top gun

What, you aint get the memo?

That my flow blow up without a demo

Building collapse, you can feel the synapse

Time lapse as i relapse 

And tap into your brain waves

i pain lames to pave ways

You disgrace and bring shame

To your clan of no names

Get no plays, so no pay

Long days but no gains

So stay in yo own lane

Cant fuck wit my game

Or my fame

The rich remain insane

Spirits reign untamed

This chain brings pain

To you filth stains

Of this plain of existence

You and me, the fucks the difference?

Our skill gap got a whole lotta distance

I spit intense, you broke so sit in tents

Your residence my backyard, you act hard

And rap with flash cards

You can match God?

With what squad?

So oldschool you chalk rhymes on a blackboard

3 strikes and get slack jawed for the fourth crime

I drop dimes all the time and dipset

You aint never made a chick sweat

So step and cop this dick next

I ain’t even gonna make the tip wet

Bigger than the San Fran bridge, bet

Extra clip with the glock, my hip pet

No punch but you get setup

Pressed and stressed, ya get wet up

No ending, yay – im a sick pup on my way to a quick fuck

out