Over (Outro)

From my teeth
To the toes
On my feet
Obsolete
Foes
Get to competing
Who could stop me
Still they wanna copy
The floppy
Disk jockey
Got em froze
Like it’s hockey
The road looking rocky

We depart
From Abu Dhabi
Like proper
Homie
Tommy hil
Is on the body
And that’s on my mommy
Got the mob
We deep
Like nas
In queensbridge
Project building
Killing
These villains
With rhythms
And clean em
Got no sloppy
Shit
The audience
Love opulence
But lacking confidence
I take the popular
And wreck his providence
For-see the consequence
We dominating
Competition
Got em by the
Ovaries
I’m over these
Grovers
In rapper voice
I take a strap
And act as if I’m blastoise
I’m hydro pumping
On your choice
Awards
The noise
I heard
Was quite
Enough
For life
So with this knife
I lift
Or cliff
I’m driving off
I got a motive
The corrosive
Showmanship
That turned the classics
Into old and vintage

Over these
Bitches
I’m holding
A bis-cuit
Skip me
Tryna
Catch me
Slipping
But I got the Kobe’s on
Rest In Peace
To the ones who’ve taught me
How to hold on
Cause it
Used to be
Coupe
Dream
Then I moved
On to
The kick flip
Still tryna
Get that shit
Used to be
On the lines
Now that shit is over
I’m not saying I’m sober
I’m just saying
It was a cold
October
For your man
December
Wasn’t much better
Then I got a plan
Then I caught a knife
In my back again
Then I wondered
How can it get worse
Then it got worse
That type of shit
Put church on my mind
Wondering if I’m cursed
Fuck it
Put a verse online
Nobody can find it
Hope can be
The finest
But it won’t
Get you that time back
Cause it’s over