Everybody sweat her like Catholic school

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

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

Collectin' his bread in mass like he a Catholic preacher

Only thing worse than death is a regret filled coffin

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

Just like a travel pillow, we at your neck for the way you slept

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

My heart hardens every year like sneakers that Adidas made

Young nigga shoot out the whip like road rage

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

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

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

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

Hot bitch fell in my lap like cappuccino...

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

Check out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appoints

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

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

Flow bananas here, peel this back

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

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

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

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

Yeah, and we linkin’ like we freed the slaves