Sunday in October

[Intro: Phife Dawg]
Hey Terressa, Ms. Thompson really?... Can I hear some new shit?!

[Verse 1]
Stand and prepare for an audible release
Shout out to the crew, to the Phifer rest in peace
Ask shall receive, I see to it, all be fluid she can flow it's undisputed
So for you I spit the new shit
You outta' know that I don't know any better
My goal is rip the shit to every muthafuckin' letter
Did not you know that I don't do it for my health
You can check my resume, that shit is speakin' for itself
Some tеnd to think she should been did it
Been in it for a minute, I'm addressing what you lack
Swingin' with thе same Lucky behind my back
What type of crap is that?
We gettin' fuckin' stacks
Act like you knew better, do it for the core
Swore I shoulda' did it sooner for the fans from way before
Fam I'll be damned if I ain't settlin' some scores
I'm a stan for the plan leaving nigga's wantin' more