SUPERCOMPUTER

Checking in my closet for monsters, that shit they rocking make me think they got a [?] sponsor
My demons shopping at Neiman, we got an agreement
Give me some peace and I'll give them pieces to show they niggas [?]
Been in it for hella seasons, I'm seasoned
I got the ATM seizing from all the racks I've been seizing
Put the seasoning there [?] got 'em straight out my hustle
The seven seas on my tongue, teeth, and my tonsils, the flow could nеver be conquerеd
I'm knee-deep in a session that pressure hitting my nostril
Nigga slicing up a zone like slider from Randy Johnson
He looking to serve, asked me if I'd signal boost, I have him my word
So if you needing gas, hit me, he could link on your turf
The Venetian link a rink on my shirt
I couple it with a Cuban, hear 'em clink and converse
SRT sounding like Professor Frink when I 'skrt
Quarantine really pushed me to the brink and it worked
I just sold three features, that's a stimulus check
First thing I did was hit up my Miami connect
Three-fifths on a chain to underscore my complexion
McQueen boots black-on-black like Caucasian deflection
Shit been moving so quickly ain't have time for reflection
Sleeping less but more awake I been defying convention
Still sitting by the ocean for lessons, the waves melting my tension
My brain working like engine, the strain lurk in my tendons
I grain-grip in the Bentley Mulsanne, keeping 'em guessing
I train searching for weapons, checking my repertoire
Disregard the pain but it left a scar
20,000 feet up in a plane where I set the bar
My bag heavy as {?] swollen from [?]
Been working on my mechanics, these niggas digging my form
Producers starting to swarm, I guess this is the norm
No shade when I say this, but I'm really glad I didn't conform
Niggas was snoring, I swear I get it, my music was boring
I put in thousands of hours and now its raining and pouring
A 9/11 is kicking like Thomas Müller
They dashing supercomputer, for a second I forgot it was foreign