| My barbershop rhyming |
| Quest told him what’s a goon to a grown man |
| Tell Houston we’ve got a problem |
| We have lift off so tell 'em that I don’t want to land |
| High as fuck I said it before |
| I came to bring the pain hardcore |
| You Aries Spears, I’m Aries the God of war |
| Better be Gs in my palm when I perform |
| Keep calm under pressure if you don’t give us alarm |
| Then a bunch of killer bees going to swarm like a swat team |
| Game cold I heard just like a iceberg |
| Niggas try me I turn 'em Rodney, hockey |
| Get beat down, do you got me? |
| Sock it to niggas like a bopper, boxer, Ali |
| No nigga tops me, I place tips |
| On whoever try to stop me, a net never caught me |
| Get 'em drunk nigga, sloppy |
| A nigga pop me then I’ll be a new Pac, Veli, Maki |
| Me and my team moving at mach speeds |
| You twenty per hour and I’s mach-3 |
| Copy cats be trying to jock me and mock me |
| Label booked my flight, yours was not free |
| Oxycontin got me |
| Yelling out ollie-ollie oxen free, she yell papi |
| Yeah, yeah nigga who got beef? |
| I bust raps like I chop trees |
| I chop trees then re-up and re-cop seeds |
| Green thumb then I take it back to the block streets |
| And niggas lift off |
| C-section niggas probably pissed off |
| Better cut your bitch dog |