Still tryna get my ducks in order
On the low like I crossed the border
Whip fast but my car still a 4 door
A Honda Accord
What the f*ck is a tour (hahahahaha)
What the f*ck is a tour
Niggas don't know how to live anymore
I do everything with precision of course
I told you before
There's nothing to fear except dying of course
But even that i've come to terms with
I 'member days when my J's would burn quick
In the back of the bus with a high temp
He said smile for the camera
I turn around with my hands up
He staring but ain't really saying much
What the f*ck is a deal
When you makin' the wheels move by theyself
Checking the rear view on the beltway
Self made (yeah)
Slaying these n*ggas I call it a case
They can't keep up with my pace
Who the f*ck said it's a race
I only run marathons
Paradigm's swinging
New beginnings
Humble myself 'fore I touch the mic
If a n*gga try me
I think I might... take his life
I decease 'em with these words I rhyme
I am the coffin
I serve these n*ggas on deathbeds
Off with their heads
Tell 'em to flip a coin