Master of the Moment

[Intro: Jay Nice]
Spark the spirits
Dump twins
Uh

[Verse 1: Jay Nice]
This Supreme shirt red, fuck the president (Uh)
I'm double-XL, what's a freshman list? (What's that?)
Drunk puffin' medicince, I'm off the essence (Yuh)
Cut the check or I ain't checkin' in
I'm nothin', but excellence
I'm something you'd recommend (That's a fact)
I never asked a dumb question (Uh)
My youngan 11, he got pumps that he leveraged
This shit don't never end (Sheesh)
Don't be above the message (Uh)
Don't stutter step in my presence
I fuckin' deck your chin (Right)
I'm dumpin' yet again (Doot-doot)
My best friend got a sexy twin
I'll let her spend hours tryna catch you slippin' ([?])
Then the death descends (There, right there)
I'm just grateful to be alive (Uh)
So many niggas hateful and able to see you die (That's whack)
I'm surrounded by angels who halos lead me to fly (KA)
Dreamy eye
Me, I'm a eastside nigga (Ha-ha)
The B.O.B be live (Eastside motherfucker)
The king of drummin' on no drums (Drrt)
I bring the hummer, the hoes come (The hoes come)
I think of summer of '01 (Back then, my nigga)
When niggas was so young, but we wanted the most guns (Ya, ya-ya, ya)
Nowadays I'm poppin' tags on my doly (Right)
Walk out with shoopin' bags full of clothin' (Right)
I need some OG (Uh)
So I copped the whole slab off of Jonesy (Brrt)
Out in Jonesborough road with the pack (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I'm lonely
Rhythm rap, that's a motive (Uh-huh)
I'm so elite (What else?)
Only focus is, get close to cheese (OMG)

[Interlude: Jay Nice & Tha God Fahim]
Ahaha
Fuck outta here
Check it, uh

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim & Jay Nice]
Master of the moment, makin' pilgrimes for my attonement (Brrt)
Time of the Rolex, he hit the coldest
See, how I'm strapped is not ironic
Pop you like a stripper, pussy and onyx
Layin' vocals over lovely sonics, demonic
Humble, honorable and honest
I break the law like a promise
I broke the master, lock the street ebonics
Truth is we ain't got the same knowledge
I put the heater to a nigga like Ultraviolet, I'm well polished
And well connected like you cartilage
Empty your cartridges
Scram, the U-wing darknesses progress
When I stress I burn medicine
A child of the melanin, my sickness is dead presidents
Ain't shit to get treacherous
That's why we take measurements
My Trey-57 part of my reasurement
We came from a devilish element
Where shit is all beloved, it's just part of the testiment