Solomon Grundy

[Verse 1]
It was written, 'cause I wrote it (Ferris)
It's time you niggas give me back and focus
I am the magnum opus (Opus)
That ragtag group you got is hopeless
Stop lyin' to 'em, I don't think they noticed (They don't)
I can only shrug my shoulder (Shoulder)
The homie ridin' with me, not a joker
You just got one strike, Dennis Schröder (Schröder)
Now you walkin' in a toga, chest all out
All them shots I hear you throwin' (I hear you), I'm catchin' 'em like Jefferson
Mine is Minnesota ('Sota), Collins' Nova Scotia

[Chorus]
My new shit
But never had a odor from the country fried okra
Now I traumatize and fold the compatish ('Tish)
You stuck inside the house, but I was livin'
I was happy, you was livid, I was baggin' up the digits, now I'm fixin'
To get these niggas' mind right
Gettin' tired of waitin' 'til the time right, aim it with the iron sight
Yeah, the rhymes tight, I'm still waitin' on the limelight
But I never been the famous type, so nevermind in hindsight

[Verse 2]
All black attire (Attire), closest thing to Iron Mike
You struggle when you write (You do), man, I swear, it's easy guidin' kites
Married to the game (Game), make haters throw a lot of rice
New tux, huarache Nikes, I kind of live a bosses' life (Gawd Gawd)
Ain't shit funny, nigga, Wanda Sykes (At all)
I be ridin' with my niggas, whether wrong or right, right? (Right?)
You know how it goes, killer flows, known for takin' souls
Leavin' flesh and bones all over them crossroads
That was lazy (Lazy), I swear, I'm usually busy
Goin' crazy (Crazy), they wish for me in Hades (Crazy)
They say Gawd's born in the '80s, I heard you the best
I mean, mabye, shit, either way, they pay me, I'm good, nigga
Eastside, I'm a hood nigga (Yeah), you don't get nothin' but blisters if you still with us, killer
That's what you suppossed to do, I'm all three of the chosen few (Facts)
Tie a loop, steppin' over you (You)

[Chorus]
I dropped my new shit
But never had a odor from the country fried okra
Now I traumatize and fold the compatish ('Tish)
You stuck inside the house, but I was livin'
I was happy, you was livid, I was baggin' up the digits, now I'm fixin'
To get these niggas' mind right
Gettin' tired of waitin' 'til the time right, aim it with the iron sight
Yeah, the rhymes tight, I'm still waitin' on the limelight
But I never been the famous type, so nevermind in hindsight