I stretch limit to this profession/My voice physically fit, tracks I’m bench-pressing

Delicate MC’s sliced in my delicatessen

Rap on a doctrine level, so F. Scott Fitzgerald

If they mess with you, they get one eye like black beans

Dem go tell you love and light, even for black out

...and leave a crowd dripping like John the Baptist...

I bear arms like button-downs without the sleeves

Where everybody play they own part like a tooth gap

Only breakin' bad in the lab, thought y'all was makin' meth…

I became the better version of the version everybody thought was a better version