Young nigga shoot out the whip like road rage

Fuck 'em all like I'm going through a hoe phase

Everybody sweat her like Catholic school

Collectin' his bread in mass like he a Catholic preacher

Check out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appoints

Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity… no MC equal…

So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter bunny proud

Well, I ain't with that sleepin' underground like a gopher, so I go for mines

Yeah, and we linkin’ like we freed the slaves

A problem with me is like the BET Hip-Hop Awards, I'm starting to see you ni**as don't want it

You niggas couldn't blow with C4 strapped to your belly

Cause I only made classics, now what that take? Timing,\nCole under pressure, what that make? Diamonds

Keep bitches on they toes, no Dr. Scholl's...

The blood lеaks while the EMTs\ngotta carry her baby likе surrogate mothers

Only thing worse than death is a regret filled coffin

Don't let the bridges you crossed be the bridges you burnt

Cole world your instructor for pilates class, get a nigga stretched if I feel the disrespect

they gon' for sure blow your clothes half off like a promo code

Flow bananas here, peel this back

We the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammad Ali

I'm older now, but still, I'm cuttin' edge, I'm like a bayonet

My heart hardens every year like sneakers that Adidas made

Hot bitch fell in my lap like cappuccino...

The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT

Hate how the game got away from the bars, man, this shit like a prison escape