getting inside your head, your brain, it’s all the same like Mary Jane, not that Wu-Tang Clan but I’m still peepin’ game lettin’ all these hoes know how I’m gettin’ down with this gangsta flo had an 83 Regal—two-door, paint drippin’ like a candle glow whitewalls hummin’, pipes talkin’ like they got somethin’ to confess I was young but still a threat, heavy steps on they chest mind like a chessboard, every move a calculated flex I ain’t talkin’ Nike checks, but I been known to run they decks mental warfare with finesse—slide in your psyche like a thief in night I don’t need no infrared to see who real or who just hype I’m the type to spark a thought and let it ricochet inside ya dome plant a seed inside your doubt and watch it bloom like it found a home swagger seasoned, marinated—ain’t no instant noodle flavor spit that razor-blade behavior, cuttin’ beats like I’m your neighbor Reagal bumpin’ through the block, doors rattlin’ like they caught the Holy Ghost corner posted, boast the most, coast to coast I overdose on this hunger, on this drive, on this vibe they can’t deny I don’t talk about it—I show it, like truth with a suit and tie Still creepin’, still speakin’ in codes ya barely understand still sharp like contraband hidden in a prison van still the man—no gimmicks, no mask, no filters flow pure—like moonshine brewed by county-line sinners
