 Frying to do. It's like there's a hundred voices in your heads, and they're all lying to you. Because you joked when that was popular, schemed when that was popular, punchline now that shit's popping, you're a leech that latches onto the theme that has the scene unwrapped and followed the schemes that have the followers. I can see the lack of conscience or belief the cracks are obvious. You don't really have the confidence to be the man he postures as. Because bruv, Tony D ain't changed, Sol and C ain't changed. That's who they chose for the title. Because the best don't change. They improve their own style. You know? Just credit my street shit. That's a raw move, T. I've got brothers on my block who want to put four through me. That's why I battle. Because on all the clips on the TV, you'll help me escape the trap like a Saw movie. And you? You make all your cake rapping. The champion-champion spitting poison for pay-packers. That shit made me want to get crazy with arms around me. The strap in my back making me want a straight jacket. That mark? See, I've had enough of this man thinking he's top shot. So what? No one stopped me getting his pussy. Not even a cop block. You see? None of my guys don't break dance. But they know how to pop locks and they'll do a man greasy for chicken. Man, they'll serve you a hot box and you can try runs. That's real life. You can get picked up anyway. That finding a Wi-Fi hotspot so we'll follow you. I caught the hood on. Now, they follow me on some Zimmerman hop. Nice. See, the legend goes, if you spit three rounds, you don't lose. Family, if I spit one, you won't move. Go! If I spit one, you won't move. I'm out of this world with the punches. Soon as I heard your name a dozen rows, they come in bunches. I'm the thorn in your sight, see? Watch me tow it home. Everyone can see that I'm hungry, dawg. That's why they throw a bone. Now, I've got to try it. It's like I'm a librarian. Soon as the date was stamped, the only job left was the lower tone. Let's get it, bro. Let's get it, bro. I know you ain't come late for this. I've got love for you and the crew. But I ditched you all when I was writing this. Will you know you're a rider? I ditched you all when I was writing this. Will you know you're a rider? But lately, you're looking too tired to handle bars carrying locks over your shoulder like a cyclist. And that's real.