| Seckle down, boy |
| You have seckle down a bit |
| Reign it in |
| Dial it in |
| Seckle down, boy |
| We tired of it |
| He ain’t the king |
| Not while I exist |
| Seckle down, boy |
| You have seckle down a bit |
| Reign it in |
| Dial it in |
| Seckle down, boy |
| We tired of it |
| He ain’t the king |
| Not while I exist |
| Rule this land with a iron fist |
| He not the goat 'cause I exist |
| I occupy this space and time |
| In front of my soul, my eye lids flick |
| My only enemy here is time |
| I beat the clock. Who you tryna tick |
| In this sim |
| The skin my character in OP as shit |
| That’s big wiz maxed out to the brim |
| Just floating trough nothing doing nothing but winning |
| My nigga might summon me one or two things |
| Rub my hands, conjure a king |
| That’s me |
| I’m him |
| Life try test me, and I grin |
| Only thing a man fear is a black hole |
| Not a pussyole trying a ting |
| A next human |
| Are you mad? |
| The only man I respect. My dad |
| The only man that I fear. Myself |
| 'Cause I’m a different level of bad |
| I hit the belly and got me a bag |
| That’s the only reason I ain’t lock in the can |
| That’s the only reason you ain’t lock in the van |
| That’s the only reason I ain’t torturing men |
| I contemplate me a violent axing |
| On any man enforcing taxing |
| On any man with hats and bats and badges |
| An bias to niggas with plaits in |
| This trap. It ain’t just got cats in G |
| It’s got jakes and snakes and rats in |
| Why am I gonna abide by the rules of the club |
| When you, inbreds, don’t let blacks in? |
| I’ve had enough of these Anglo Saxons |
| Might turn viking quick and attack them |
| Not with a long sword though. With a Mak-10 |
| Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill |
| Cool, cool, cool |
| With a brick of bat then |
| Back then I was just patting men down |
| And taking that blackberry probably slap them |
| Probably rub that face on the curb |
| With the back of my hand on their head 'bout badmen |
| You ain’t ever done that steada, just stamping |
| 'Cause if you do, it’s a strawberry-jam thing |
| I’m on a wiz thing not on a gang thing |
| I got an inkling. Call it a hankering |
| Last time that I saw them men |
| It was in Amsterdam. He got slapped by dampkring |
| We can’t make up. We don’t do pampering |
| Man must have thought that a nigga was bantering |
| 'Til a man had a man running and scampering |
| My screws. Too loose for the tampering |
| Wound way to tightly for that, my G |
| This success. My only anchoring |
| Regulator |
| Hella flavor |
| Tell a stranger |
| I’m the OG permeator |
| Blows my mind. These online badman procrastinators |
| You ain’t winning, if you ain’t got haters |
| Like I ain’t living on three acres |
| Like I didn’t see them men pull up as archers and leave as skaters |
| Like I didn’t just make me a million quid |
| From bars that I put on these pages |
| New money, but had it for ages |
| That yutes funny |
| We’re all going through phases |
| But the phases that I’m going through right now |
| Getting these papers. I’m 'a jaw breaker |
| Law breaker |
| Fornicator |
| Grade alleviator aka draw taker |
| Seckle down, boy |
| You have seckle down a bit |
| Reign it in |
| Dial it in |
| Seckle down, boy |
| We tired of it |
| He ain’t the king |
| Not while I exist |
| Seckle down, boy |
| You have seckle down a bit |
| Reign it in |
| Dial it in |
| Seckle down, boy |
| We tired of it |
| He ain’t the king |
| Not while I exist |