I stretch limit to this profession/My voice physically fit, tracks I’m bench-pressing
If they mess with you, they get one eye like black beans
Where everybody play they own part like a tooth gap
I became the better version of the version everybody thought was a better version
I bear arms like button-downs without the sleeves
...and leave a crowd dripping like John the Baptist...
Only breakin' bad in the lab, thought y'all was makin' meth…
Delicate MC’s sliced in my delicatessen
Dem go tell you love and light, even for black out
Rap on a doctrine level, so F. Scott Fitzgerald