| Open up the rhyme book and read the composition |
| I can truly give a fuck about the competition |
| I'm in another atmosphere, I'm on another mission |
| Yeah, you know that boy Logic put pen to page like a petition |
| You a bitch, always switching up your whole position |
| I can see it in your face like an esthetician |
| Food for thought, this the highest caliber nutrition |
| Everything come out my mouth, that's my own cognition (Now) |
| I got out the hood, then got money in addition |
| I remember when that boy ain't had no pot to piss in |
| They wouldn't let me in, so I never asked permission |
| Tour is like a war, I'm getting minimum fought, no permission (Oh) |
| Uh, hit the ignition and peep the emission |
| Self-medicate like a clinician, more than a musician |
| My flow rare like a first edition |
| Report for dismission, everything I ever thought of, it came to fruition |
| King of the transition |
| We never switchin', peep the acquisition, no omission |
| Your lyrics drier than the prohibition |
| Prepare for collision |
| I'm higher than the sattelite that's on an orbiting mission |
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| I remember we didn't have any permission (No permission) |
| Never forget we on a motherfuckin' mission (We on a mission) |
| I remember that they didn't even wanna listen (They ain't listen) |
| Now we cookin', we ain't even in the fucking kitchen (What we cookin'?) |
| I remember we didn't have any permission (No permission) |
| Never forget we on a motherfuckin' mission (We on a mission) |
| I remember that they didn't even wanna listen (They ain't listen) |
| Now we cookin', we ain't even in the fucking kitchen (What we cookin'?) |
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| Now |
| Now |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Gucci |
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