Intro 
Yeah 

Verse 1 
In pole position, had to strip it down 
Was rarely fucking with the vision, they was feeding me the bread 
Would come unleavened and the water only trickle down 
Needed pumpernickel, wasn't fucking with the fickle minds 
This shit would get bumpy over time if we pickle beets 
They just want the hooks, got me out here fighting sickle cell 
Niggas sound like crooks in front of cameras, I hear crickets now 
Have some art commissioned more than living off the ticket sales 
You for the 'Gram, we weighing this shit on different scales 
No picket fence, I know we grew up on different streets 
It woke me up, I know it's way more niggas counting sheep 
Bouncing checks, tryna slide off the counterfeit 
They hella foul, niggas out here playing county ball 
Still bounty Saul, shame they'll never win a Golden Globe 
Some niggas only taking naps, some niggas comatose 
You get 'em fired, you find out some niggas Omaros— 

Verse 2 
Yeah, Sosa been call this shit here the zoo 
Multiple elephants in the room, ain't nothing new 
Poachers done settled in, they using sedatives, too 
I'm still preaching the same element 
Exploring business ventures with my fellowship 
Eliminated the light bulbs with no filament 
You ain't in my circle if we not intimate on some level 
Got dumbbells on my shoulders, I folded
Drinking Folgers these days, I talk the water 'til my clothes is moldy
Bodie Broadus if came down to the wire, niggas couldn't hold me
They always talk the old you, them niggas never know me
I never owe nobody nothing but John
Who cutting onions? These days I'm all about cutting the line
Cutting through the bullshit, my nigga, it's nothing to shine
It's nothing to stunt, it's nothing to rhyme
You elevating minds or you fucking the blind and ducking the smoke?
Sup with the swine but wanna be goat, you really just sheep
You wanna be woke, you really just sleep-
Walked in front of me, man, what are these jokes?
Rich in spirit, I won' t hear it if you cunning me, bro
Tried to pass these hoes the joint, they didn't want any smoke
I wanna be blunt, when I spit out the truth
They want me to choke, they want me to front
Ruffle feathers and they'll want me to ghost
Crumble concentrates, I'm rolling for real
Sand trapping, I won't shorten my stroke