I'm Martin Luther with the speech I'm Malcolm X with the heat
A giant when I'm on my feet The enemy I feed the feet
I walk the runaway of these New York City streets
I talk the gun and play the plane, I will never peep
I feel the sun rays as I'm smoking on this plea
Take it to the T, OP, then you can see how I OD
On this mic, I beast, give me more beats I'm an OG, I'm on one
No apologizing when I go ahead and bomb one Stay sacrificing, I don't do it for the
Wrong ones I'ma stay fighting, I'ma do it for the true
Ones I'ma stay rolling, make it do what it do
Son On the grand concourse, push this Porsche
Like a racehorse No banning this horse, of course, burn your
Stable off About to set it off, kick it off when I kick
The ball Gangster with mine, you hit the floor, I'ma
Kick you off Shining so hard, so hard that you left it
All Hit you so hard, burn you hard like I'm methanol
All up in the cut like I'm motherf*cking ethanol
You can give your best, I know, I'ma still crush it all
From the gate, bust it off, Foxton, f*cking y'all
I'm Martin Luther with the speech I'm Malcolm X with the heat