'Fore all your dogs gettin' buried, That's a K with all these nines, he gon' see Pet Sematary…

Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted. What is it? The braids?

Back to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone, you slipped your disc when I slipped you my disk

Moving grams like relocating your mom's momma...

When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches

Your best work is a light pack nigga, prince outlived Mike Jack', nigga bum

Motherfuck the big three, nigga, it's just big me

Ain't twenty-v-one, it's one-v-twenty if I gotta smack nigga that write with you... bring 'em out too, I'll clean 'em out too

Pay your respect and recognize the alphabet, You can't survive in a room full of Gs

It's profound that I'm underground touching 'mainstreams' like river beds

He's doing the moonwalk on landmines hoping he'll blow up in time

Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T... He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet...

They jump in a sauna because I killed their self-esteem

...I won't sugar coat it, You'd die from diabetes if these other niggas wrote it...

Tryna strike a chord and it’s probably A minor

Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note...

Let your core audience stomach that, didn't tell 'em where you got your abs from