Off With They Head

All right, man. Check it out, man. Y'all have had enough time to execute your game plans and shit, but y'all niggas didn't fumble, flop, fucked up all over the motherfucking place. I'm back now, nigga. Yeah

[Verse:]
You niggas crumbs from the appetizers this the main course
Of course we don't belong on the same court
The dope and diluted rappers delusional
Welcome back your cocaine source
Garbage juice junior shoulda been your parents name choice Apparently you're on the prеcipice of seeing weapon spit
I'm winning by a landslide y'all can't makе up that deficit
Plates at Pegasus the tequila shots in exodus
The underground mayor Detroit greet me as your excellence Guilty of negligence sorry, people. I cooked so
The last dragon when crafted nigga, my notebooks glow
A pen in the pad paved my path out of poverty
That my mindset monopoly finding angles like trigonometry These hoes ain't stars just post a bunch of memes of astrology
Photoshop photography it's comedy no time to focus on foolery I'm the colonel with a colony in a mansion bricks mahogany
Off the grid don't bother me, they feel my flow is biblical
People quote my scriptures the career motionless motion picture
Heartless and cold blooded I grab arms
Just like when your shoulders shiver, the temperature changing
And I'ma show you niggas entrepreneur conversations
Over calamari and steak bites I cook a feature if the cake right
The brave type stick in my hand a caveman in the cage fight
I whip you to death that ain't no slave slight
Big wolf just pitch your Goliath and the lion's filled with giants
The solution with Ty's is violence the simple science
Was mixing chemicals cordially with the criminals
Bribing was a ritual now flipping these syllables
I'm permanently at my pinnacle that's applicable
Motown miracle with pistols blow like piccolos
Hard to stop, like Stockton Malone pick and roll
It's that raw powder let it hit, you nose
I seen it all in gun in My face I accepted my fate
'Cos where I'm from seeing 21 is accepted as great
A hood nigga ten plates turned to two to an eight
Now front row at the game I remember I used to shoot on the crate
Don't cross me they might see your blood pool in the lake
Most rappers , picture with a sabertooth a doodle a steak
Your sprint in the marathon y'all really losing the race
A hacksaw in my hand y'all know what I'ma do to these snakes, motherfuckers

First and foremost, Wavy the Ghawd productions. Nigga, you know what that mean? Big wall, big wall. I got a few things I want to touch on. Three points. Bare with me. First and foremost, what the hell is the criteria for classics these days? Someone tell me someone explain it to me, please. Shit. Y'all say it's classics. It's not even average to me. Like, if I had the CD in my hand, I flick it 50 yards. Which leads me into my second point. Bad dope saturation. Y'all niggas is getting nickel bags of ivory salt. Smoking it, looking it up. Oh, this is the best shit ever. Niggas ain't making no good music. Y'all serious? God damn dud, I feel unappreciated I can't front. Which leads me to my third point. Y'all niggas so infatuated with the fuels accounts. Y'all missing the motherfucking good dope right here. No nigga and I speak on my behalf and others. Yeah, bars over BS, nigga. Three. Brand of high quality. Never compromised. Never. Negativity. Okay. My. God