All you rappers funny
Say they money dummy
But when I see them money bummy
In my ear with a whole bunch of nothing
Faking love for the plug
Shoulder shrug like u spending something
Homey that favor old
Game to be sold
Now pay what u owe
Thats not yo style how u rockin my style
Want u tell em where u got ur style
I'm versatile with my patterns let the beat decide what happens
Off script when I spit reach inside that's all that matters
You fading away like MJ in the post I'm making my way like sunny days on the coast
Running on diesel you gassed up unleaded
Slap up you wack f's you just don't get it
Better head to hills my skills off of the mill
Still lost in the dark from all the garbage you spill
I'm not filipino enough for some filipinos
Nobody ever told me different till i was around some Filipinos
Like I'm not brown enough while u buying cake soap
Fake concious rappers in the streets screamin they stayin woke
Critics take ya notes then jump off a cliff
If u confuse me for somebody who give a shh
Bout views or clicks step to this raw and lose ur kicks
Now excuse me while i light my spliff
You know you like that shh the way the mic get ripped
I flip a switch all you sucka rappers might get skipped
This is the life I live gimme space when I levitate
Gliding over bass lines never will I hesitate
Wait I guess I just did that's ok they always underestimating the kid
Been in the war zone alone but look who's still rhyming
It's Sab and Randola with impeccable timing