Slow down with the fake shit it's a yield sign No doubt niggas hate me but I still gotta hold down It's the hometown that believe in me Whole time I've been growing tired of the scenery Showtime let's go outside, maybe courtside Spark game, maybe spark game at the point guard Try to pop waves win the game but the score tied When it's war time, leave everything horizon Never had my heart healed Been had my heart broke Niggas sound hostile Bitches say, "How so?" I've been off Blanco Tryna get in my zone White-black Maybach like a 11 Concord Bout to drop Number 8, then be patient I'm at Patrón again, pickin' out flavors Frustrated for real, but I'm not blazin' I pay Jason for that look at my glaciers Look I've been a topic, baby I know the optics bad, but look not to worry Hurry and drop, already To tell me that I'm ready Don't really rock with anyone I ain't Marty Jennety I gotta watch my thoughts my heart too big Look what I've done Fuck these shots my influence everywhere Dickriders? I don't bother Anybody? My iPhone be on vibrate Would be silent, but I got a mark on call For Tiafone the dialogue is full of commas It's a God flow, yoruba boy, call me baba You rap niggas really bastard where your father? Pops used to drive crackheads to the hospital Niggas got me back thinkin' I'm in shotgun It's funny that they wanna throw me off And it does, but I won't spiral Y'all niggas think I'm Bledsoe in this Foxboro Y'all think a nigga bleed so y'all prosper I don't want no props now prostrate A lotta them be fans 'til you get a hot streak Y'all should be in the stands everybody not playin' Run up on the wrong man put in the sky suite Look, they bust a grape They swat a fly Don't go towards the bubble That phone private Go toe to toe with niggas That go back and forth for y'all They asked what I do I should've laughed it off They got a bone to pick no one asked at all You niggas think you gone then don't wanna scrap no more Tell a reactor to break it down for y'all We all got a bag but it's what side you on It's like that bunch of slight niggas That don't like rap But I get it when the tide switch Get a life jacket I swim through the hype shit Like I'm maestro Natural feelin' like Michael Phelps nigga, I flow Oh, two two threes like Mike, like Bron Chew through things less like then y'all Excuse me had to move back two seconds Now I move forward M. Bison y'all Cyclone killer, multi-hype man Y'all had one job 24 hours and 48 Laws That's 72 reasons y'all cuttin' y'all loss Y'all really so fickle, y'all really so flawed Y'all really just said you ain't checkin' for Florian On my late not the one to sing songs This is one of those... Number 1 boy Slow down with the fake shit got a stop sign Whole time brought a yield sign, but they stop tryin' Yield but now we gotta crash out, cash out Give veneers that a real skill gap, real time I be outside not for everybody, better stop tryin' When I rhyme, they gon' feel that Feel like I need healin' for real Hell nah I'mma feel what I feel 'til it's real, get back Never had my heart healed Been had my heart broke Niggas sound hostile Bitches say, "How so?" I've been off Blanco Tryna get in my zone White-black Maybach like a 11 Concord Bout to drop Number 8, then be patient I'm at Patrón again, pickin' out flavors Frustrated for real, but I'm not blazin' I pay Jason for that look at my Slow down with the fake shit... Slow down with the fake shit... Slow down with the fake shit... Fake daps, fake hugs you know all the basics