Knowledge God

Yo, why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit?

Lets get this money son, now you wanna smoke shit

Chill God, yo, the son don't chill Allah

What's todays mathematics, son? Knowledge god

My flow, why ya girl the controllin' type

I pull a plan to get her now

All my niggas eating, shooting at hatas

Police bob an weave 'em

If you ain't on this side

Shit I hate it for 'em

Wouldn't wanna Be them barrel breathing

Beat em like Ali

Rotation and scholar

So that's chosen glasgow

Came a long way from that glass bowl

Asshole, big diamond rings on my pinky

Like I won the superbowl

O my flow is on another level

Backhanded devil

Then I Picked up a shovel

Insane in the membrane is what the doctor labled me

Get knocked off like the Kennedy's

At the top eventually

You be sittin' mothafucka

Never been a runna' or a ducka'

Sucka, not me

Brick Squad Monopoly

Handguns shotguns choppas copy

When you cross the line manslaughter no apologies

Shouldn't catch the beastly

Why they wanna start with me

An army was behind me

Physically or psychologically

I ain't rapping fuck that I just air out the beats

I ain't rapping fuck that I just air out the beats

Uhh I appreciate the fame

Lames riding my lane sneak dissin Boosie mang

Better pay attention or to pay your tuituion

Disrespect me for the gain and can't tell like rain

6 4 nintendo I don't play no games

No face be facing me I'm razor rogain

I can make a new dude older for the low man sane