I tell rappers settle down, 'fore you be the next victim The new me got less symptoms That mean I was sick then but I'm better now I was the shit when Nas met Cole and said he let him down HOLY, HOLY.. Guess I'm in it for long haul, old relationships severed But before it sank, I walked the plank cause I was thrown off My circle got so small The middle disappeared but listen here We atill top of the line, talk about dottin ya i's Dreem | Awake cross the tee, ypu lookin for boss, it's me I don't just get all the wins, I know the losses B I paid the cost, it's G You know I'mma keep it a stack PS, I'm gon' be on the map, BS, I'mma leave it at that The flow sewn without a pen, but hold up I'm leavin the track Now ask ya bitch about that Niggas dyin' for clout, then they die Shoot up the funeral nigga and get ya clout back Shout out to Wayne, this reign might bring The Drought back Shout out to Weezy, this shit easy DreemTeam over everything, yeah, we for real rockin' Niggas catch a hit, take a charge and they still floppin' Way too much pill poppin', Nigga this is skill mixed wit real doctrine Gotta represent the real cause LYNC n Has still watchin' What they spend on Rodeo, I really spend meal shoppin' 3-pack, Polo tees, still coppin' Troll and lose ya fronts, aye we sendin niggas grill shoppin' Not where they still choppin', where they give the bill options Bitches say I'm poppin, love the hair, yeah, I'm still loc'n Diamonds do the new dance, the 9M still whoppin' Ain't nobody real, I keep it real wit myself Just hit this freak, had to Tweet cause I was feeling myself Rappers was pandemic panicked, I was chillin, myself They slowed down but I was fasting, I was healin myself I'm the jack of all trades, takin' on all fades Remember me, the small braids, cyphers in the hallways The block when the law raid.. Mic check, 1, 2, When u see a real nigga nigga let one thru, it's HOLY Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2 When you see The God comin', nigga let him through It's ME It's G

I said When you lead wit' respect n show love niggas won't touch u Wear the chain without the crew, I'm flexin'wit no muscle I been the Don but it all started in the mind You can speak & press my buttons, can't fuck wit my inner-calm When I started doing this ya Mom was just a bitch on her thot back And you was just a itch in ya Pop's sack, so stop, yeah Tax time came, I seen y'all wit the money fans I'll give it 4 months, y'all gon' be back on OnlyFans My OG said he got a Yukon in his garage and swear to God That the rims still spinnin' from '05 I ain't sign no slave deal or write to a damn beat So either way u lookin at it, I did this shit hands-free That's God-tier talk, can u answer me? I wrote my own checks, niggas can't cancel me I got some other plans for me, he need a feature We shook hands, said good lookin, got a handsome fee What's up?