Go Round
Verse 1:
Nothing stopping me, turn your rap to a mockery
Pocket of pot popping scotch and politiced from poverty
Methodically whipping the beat, maneuver it properly
I'm hitched to this bitch like it's an act of monogamy
The bloodline's monetary, like Uncle Phil in the hills of Beverly
Heady smoke o's of that good and plenty
These clones speak but they sounding like one of the many
Kicking gold bars?! best they spit's like twenty pennies
Puffing something cherry
Up in the summer bumping Evan Black with the slaps courtesy of Customary
The way we do it's like we're moving and the fronts a deli
Pop up shop, make it knock and disrupt the buried
I hustled product and pocketed profit
I been in spots that'd made a lot of men wishing that they had god with them
Nothing stopping me this shit is no democracy
I'm taking what is mine, it's highway robbery

Hook: (4x)
And as we go round
Here we go
Shut it down!
Verse 2:
I'm cruising through the masses delusional assassin
Diffusing your view of passion imbued by the root of rap
You're confused when I spew the gas in a room of these foolish rappers
I’m swinging an axe abusing it moving like a hatchet
Fuck about your coupe or your cash
Stupid asses belong in a tomb or casket embalmed in diluted acid
If I’m wrongly accused asking if y'all could just move it back then
Fuck all of these ratchet bitches I’m tryna get Cupid slapped
I'm the cause of the brutal beautiful atrophy you’re apt to see
Attending a live show to those appearing after me
I spit it they give in they sending back to me
Independent invented a sentiment no one can match you see its fucking blasphemy
I tried to play that calm cool artists
But I ain't the type to keep my call fool
Take your car jewels bargain your ball jars of chronic for arms
Then bomb the city where you claim that you're the hardest

Hook

Verse 3:
In other words I'm coming out your tape deck
An advocate of getting high and not endorsing safe sex
Fuck the track raw no signs of latex comfortably living
Y'all just stunting on a paychecks
This shit is standard
Twisting up a gram and a midst all of this madness I'm itching for the answers
No time for anything conflicting with the plan
I'm steadily on a patch sprinting past where you've ran (catch up)
Packing up a colosseum chillin in a Polynesian pad
Out to Bali no molly just a flask
Got a problem homie we can volley for the cash
But the first round I'm gone make you wish that it was last
Can't stop this, rock til my heart pops
And I drop dead with my veins full of toxins
Hope you brought some fat pockets to the auction
My stocks on the rise man, yours?! Dropping