[Awthentik]
I swear to God.....every rapper is a copy
And they snitching and they probably poppin' mollies like Takashi
You get molly wopped, f***ing with a real a real rappin' zombie
She got a body like a Halle, Aquafina that punani
You get bodied up, ...I was down at Moechella wit Yaddiya
I jah Rule, I murder wit ink, I’m Irv Gotti's bruh
Word to my lost mother y’all in trouble for the summer
What’s at stake? Is we finished or we done, word to Stunna
Y’all ain’t rappin no more ...
These rappers goofy as hell, smoking hookah you get slapped to the floor
My weed stinking up the room when you crack open doors
like I wore these draws two times And put em back in the drawer
[it's funky]
if I ain’t smoking a blunt, then I’m probably twisting
skinny n**** catch an Uber, I ain’t never lifting
It’s consequences for every action you trash rapping
I frown finish my foes. And then I laugh after

Like I ain’t gotta care in the world
They talking loyalty, prolly while they stare at your girl
It’s all good
Like I ain’t got a care in the world
I keep it real, I’ll never try to fake for this world
Cause I ain’t got a care in this world
I swear to God

[Adversary]
It's finally time to kick in the door again
like I'm grippin the 4 and I'm ready to go to war again
they want us to bring it back, catch me in the Delorean
a doctor at delivering death, call me Kevorkian
sharp spoons like harpoons the hands of scorpion
will put you in a sub zero freeze, crack em like porcelynne
make it hot a cayan for you inside the porsche you in
when I'm scorching the front of the floor of it around 4pm
paper I lit a few, listen and see he lyrical
you literally look pitiful, inside a pit of fools
first it's ridicule, after that it's getting rid of you
and I aint saying sorry for sh** I said in the interview
who to give it to? You can get it before the interlude
turn him into food, leave you inners inside the inner tube
hit a friend or two give what's left to whoever's kin to you
this shit is clinical it's official you fittin to hit the news

Like I ain’t gotta care in the world
They talking loyalty, prolly while they stare at your girl
It’s all good
Like I ain’t got a care in the world
I keep it real, I’ll never try to fake for this world
Cause I ain’t got a care in this world
I swear to God

[Cane]
I SWEAR TO GOD
I couldn’t really give a shit
Throwin stones at a crib but never had the stones to live in it
Leave a critic in critical
Give u bitches the biscuit wit
No intentions of getting up in a kitchen and fixin it
but Still i’m whippin, I’m pulling up in some different shit,
Fuckin wit the kid or the fam is a plan to Get u hit
Send a visit but you isnt getting solicited
Essays without papers Get you outlined like a syllabus
Im not a killer but barred up like i did a bid
No cap, this head of hair too gifted for a fitted lid,
The blade sharper
It Pierce when it graze armer
This shit that I blaze on
Got me weezy as Dwayne Carter
...You ain't as hard as your twitter that say you are
tried to run off on the plug and left wit a frayed charger
(Yeah)
The Drip like i made water
From a bourbon aged barrel
Cuz greatness it take longer