Aye, take this little eye opener and widen your attention span
My flow and lyrics, probably colder than the demolition man
Anti-social nigga, posting pictures up on Instagram
Making dopeness on a regular, get it, Instant Grams
Of the vitamins, that heighten yo exci-te-ment
Bank accounts, just told the owner I deserve a higher rent
The future I invent, like it was sex, need no stress
I ain't talking cereal when cashing checks
Break ya neck, spray ya vest, all your girl say is yes
Like she Floetry, I give her my love bayonet
In the cavalry, twenty guns blasting yo directions
Ain't religious, but got twenty nuns masked in ya confession
Nigga, your stupid flow is outta there, flow hot as outer wear
I laser vision through your soul, you niggas can't amount a stare
Come bow to me like Muhammad at the Mecca
Or get your name scratched off of my list like a record homie
[Verse Two]
Alright, resume for the funeral you will know
I'm scratching at the surface, so I'm damaging cuticles
While you sitting in a cubicle, grimy and all
To you I'm probably Mt. Everest, you climb me and fall
To ya death from the gravity, I hurt you like cavities
The comradery, I got with my team is just no analogy
Add a G, to the conversation of the GOATS
And he will make an album scary good like you seen a ghost
And I boast and all, cause it's my protocol
And like hurricane season, I hope I ball
Wait, Isaiah G, 16 and shit
AAP forever cause you know my team legit
My flow and lyrics, probably colder than the demolition man
Anti-social nigga, posting pictures up on Instagram
Making dopeness on a regular, get it, Instant Grams
Of the vitamins, that heighten yo exci-te-ment
Bank accounts, just told the owner I deserve a higher rent
The future I invent, like it was sex, need no stress
I ain't talking cereal when cashing checks
Break ya neck, spray ya vest, all your girl say is yes
Like she Floetry, I give her my love bayonet
In the cavalry, twenty guns blasting yo directions
Ain't religious, but got twenty nuns masked in ya confession
Nigga, your stupid flow is outta there, flow hot as outer wear
I laser vision through your soul, you niggas can't amount a stare
Come bow to me like Muhammad at the Mecca
Or get your name scratched off of my list like a record homie
[Verse Two]
Alright, resume for the funeral you will know
I'm scratching at the surface, so I'm damaging cuticles
While you sitting in a cubicle, grimy and all
To you I'm probably Mt. Everest, you climb me and fall
To ya death from the gravity, I hurt you like cavities
The comradery, I got with my team is just no analogy
Add a G, to the conversation of the GOATS
And he will make an album scary good like you seen a ghost
And I boast and all, cause it's my protocol
And like hurricane season, I hope I ball
Wait, Isaiah G, 16 and shit
AAP forever cause you know my team legit
( Isaiah G )
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