. . .Flow so ugly it’ll rearrange faces
Bars got feng shui cause its rearranging places
Had it since birth I’m on that ish that you cant be on
That’s why im Alabamian, back to back champion
These voices, in my head always telling me to kill
Getting killed in my dreams but these tracks I kill is real
This taking too much skill, im watching the blood spill
Humility to trill, im making these meek mills
Surely all that talk Had me shook
Surely all these bars had you hooked
Jostled just from jumping on these jacks got me Jittery
Lost, Lightly limping laughing languishing in liberty
tweaking like tyrone biggums in a crack famine
steal the show and then I gotta go im like a black phantom
think im still the same then you must be STUPIIIIIID
photographs last longer, man take two PIIIIICS
*LET GETS IT* CHORUS

class now in session you can call me the Tutor
heir to the crown you can call me the Tudor
two men one track you can call me the mover
lurking in the water like a freaking barracuda
Everybody know I got bars like a freaking prison
Laying down the law when I speak so you gotta listen
But I confuse them so they hate then they start the dissin
But when them girls alone thinking bout me start to glisten
Guess I haven’t made til they think im illuminati
all the girls I grab be naughty, soon these beats will all will bodied
This game is a blood sport, im jean claude vann dame
They hearing all my old ish they all applaud man damn
People used to overlook me now they say this cant be
And now im on another level that these posers cant see
Tryin to take these ladies out they acting really trampy
Serve you up with white wine, call that shrimp scampi


Girl think im looking for a little Deep throooat
No but I do wanna get deep dooooe
Cut all the bull I am no d rooooose
Im a rap genius you gon have to decoooode
. . .All my verses like Like that
. . .Scratching on ya scalp like how he write that
. . .All I needs the right one to hear the right track
Then ill have all these major labels tryna write back