Checking my stats, we not in the same
Levels we snipe with incredible aim
My lyrics are steroids, incredible gains
My words are like weapons, hypothetically saying
Susceptible pain, crushing your rib cage
Destroying the people, the thoughts that they dictate
So how can i think straight, with this propaganda
These rappers today drive fucking bananas
Eating my food plate, on top of the food chain
Thirty six chambers, i was raised off of Wu Tang
Stuck in your old ways, im doing my new things
Your face will change colors, im using a mood ring
Surrounded by wolfs, your running with sheep
The game is a marathon im running the streets
Bumping the beats, keep it coming for weeks
When the bass hits hard like a gun to the cheek
Leave you pistol whipped when i spit my shit
Getting closer to my goals, when i take my pic
Not sipping no booze but i made ya pissed
When your Throwing up your hands like i made you sick
(Huh) we are, not in the same, not in the same
I barrel the highway, im doing it my way
You stupid punks get out of my lane
Uh, uh, out of my lane