[Verse 1]
Peep the fly sh*t
Jewels get dropped, rocked and taken
Queens in this b*tch word up it's no fakin'
I bust my rhymes is ill too, essential
My whole life change once I peeped my potential
No options, stay clocking like a gold Residential
Sitting on the stash with the math's confidential
Spitting for the street my flow is non-residential
Physically a beast but don't sleep on the mental
Candidate for the Mensa society
The way I create and flip words with variety
Boss as I lay a man down with no anxiety
Self-taught shooter takes my left to get a tech to rise
A hundred pair of 95s but I barely exercise
If it's beef I'm on your block in my best disguise
And that's means I'm not draped in Polo
I usually dress like I'm about to take a photo
Salute the wardrobe my closet is a tabernacle
That means I'm the flyest in back like a Pteradactyl
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[Verse 2]
Don't get it f*cked up, my rhymes still oil-based
I'll put you in the ground, turn you into a soil face
Ignore papes, too busy getting money to spend it
It's splendid the way my people push fly Vs that's never rented
Jewel know internally, glisten inadvertently
b*tches talk sh*t but I never let it burden me
I'm too fly for that, I just bag me a new one
Probably test her out in the park like a new gun
Run with the best thugs, clique got the fresh dubs
Plus I get it in like J-Love with the best ofs
Yeah, my tech challenges will eat you up gradually
Makes you burn like a tennis ball on a Agassi
Actually a casualty is nothing to the kid
I flee the scene and come back with my peops to show 'em what I did
You know my M.O. I be right up in your crib
Peace to my n*gga P while he about to go up and do his bid
Hold your head son