Brooklyn in this bitch, Nino bout to flip
Brooklyn in this bitch, you see me on my shit
This is beastly, see my joints in the streets, been on repeat now
White kids in the 'burbs see me and greet me like I am The Beasties
The way I cook up in the lab, Heisenberg
With ice, they say the purest shit around, I concur
You just caught on, I been had the flow to light up this era
Since Fresh Prince in that cab, seen the dice on the mirror (Yeah!)
Fall for my hype, and you’re right, this is not an error
And fuck these flash in the pansm shit, R.O.A.M.'ll last forever
For-ever-ever? For-ever-ever?
No lie, you hate, get helicopter, propeller chopped, now ya head is severed
The best since “Thriller,” none realer, no, you know Bless is better
I rep the cellar, sky's who's limit? Bitch I'm interstellar
Brooklyn's representer, who's doing what I offer?
I am to a rap fiend what, Facebook is to a stalker
I'm at these crackers’ office, laughing at they offers
My endorphins, alone are worth the sacrifice of they daughters
On the road to riches, Bless is all about business
I'm tryna stack chips and raise some spoiled ass rich kids
I want friends with Illuminati connections
That don't get cash they print it, I've check off half my wish list
I got a slim chick, with an ass so out of proportion
She booty claps by accident, it just bounce when she's walking
My game gets me bitches outta my league
It’s almost like they got no choice to fuck, Adam and Eve
I, make ya mouth piece obese like Della Reese
My, mind's potential peak, has me near the Devil's reach
So, Satan's tryna catch me, I got too much information
Won't be shocked when he sends Jay-Z to recruit me for the Masons, hey Hov’
I'll throw that diamond up, sign me up
Just tell me which sign is up, I like things to be defined then I adjust
Grinding and climbing up, I could see past the Andromeda
My lines are hot enough to make the toxins burst out the thermometer
That’s a reminder, I’ma just cake, get my commas up
So I can rent land in Mars from Obama when our time is up
Uh!, my squad’s knee deep- Down in the gutter
Ain't nothing fancy here, Kendrick Lamar's album cover
Speaking of covers, don't make me go and unload a clip or two
And switch ya view from light, to the insert of Food and Liquor 2
I flip the rules, and tell the ruler I'm a inch away
So he can anticipate that shift and when I move in his space
Watch me infiltrate, cuz it’s my fate to integrate
Bars with great music, then mold my heir to sit in my place
Fix ya face, catch me slip, no way
That'll happen when 6 Hipster gays, get served Chic-Fil-A on Christmas day
The shit I say, gets respect in a big way
No need to speak Pig Latin, to know I'm ‘ethay itshay’
The best display of rhymes, since the BIG days
Pick anyone, Punisher, Corleone, Chris, Kane
Insane in the membrane, Lets B-Real, I'm the next thang
I could fuck Scarlett Johansson just off my Penn game
Bitch!
The fiends loving that 'piff, I make it good
The flows beautiful bitch, Meagan Good
