To all the killas and the hundred-dolla billas And um, college kids and soccer moms and whoever the fuck else Yo I ain't backin' down for nothin', I ain't got no post-game But if she wanna post game, man, I'm so game Ain't lookin' for wifey though so I respect you actin' proud But just expect to stay a Miss, like when Shaq gets fouled Lotta people's doubts, wish they could retract 'em now Cause all my ex-opponents know my rhymes are a factor now Yo some shit about to happen now I'm heir to the throne like Bron's son, so I'm takin' action now Cause dudes frontin' like they ballin' but be hackin', that's foul I'm callin' technicals, cause if you wanna get technical with this rappin' shit they couldn't hang more than my testicles in an ice-infested pool in a vestibule in Antarctica that no working heating unit is central to If all this fake shit in the mouths of these dentured dudes impresses you then shit, well, let me show you my dreams Plot to get rich off bars, it's a rhyme scheme But I don't prioritize the revenue cause paper's fragile, ask every piece that I put my pencil to and bodied Shit, I ain't tryin' be indentured to the censored few who controllin' incentives cause they cents-less too Yeah, so I dare you call me a college rapper I demolish rappers til' they don't call 'em rappers Word to Hov, I take shots 'til they call 'em actors The night falls and I take shots til I'm fallin' backwards But never sloppy man, hear what I'm sayin' properly Told me there ain't much room in this game, well no shitake But I'm probly like top 3 under 25 when I drop these lyrical [?] cause when I start to spit all the cops cease What you thought it was? It's Crafty I'm emotionally damaged I just hope it ain't irreparable I ain't seein' clearly so I'm bout to make a spectacle Everybody see me and askin' me "Yo, what's next for you?" But I'm just tryna figure what's best to do just to get me through the [?] of strife that grow in my path and it seems to be rooted in the woe of my past And I ain't got no problem tellin' someone so kiss my ass Cause they ain't never put not one toe in my grass And I ain't never had to shoulder none of y'all weight See, when the shoe's on the other foot, well, it get pretty hard to walk straight Especially here at our place where corpes rate takin' second place to what's corporate I'm just tryna paint a picture of our portrait Like why she only text all the shit she won't say to your face? Why everyone swallow up what the dominant portrays? Why dudes get knocked? Cause nobody showed 'em the doorway Like why there ain't good schools where the poor stay? Why they don't stop and frisk Matthew like they do Jorge? Why on the radio all the bullshit get more play? Say you don't give a fuck I pray you instate a foreplay Cause shit gettin' hectic you need to know Like when Kendrick dropped that verse, now it's all about Control They tryin' take us over, I ain't talkin' bout what Hova did to the owners of this beat Man, I'm talkin' bout systems covert And I'm tellin' you it ain't over And all these fake-ass rappers better look over they shoulder