You tryin’ to run the game, own it or just play?
Cause most these fools pick a lane that’s lame,
Aimin’ to be the coach, but you know the star gets the big wage,
Tryin’ to buy everything without a dollar to your name,

It’s strange, the emotional rollercoasters we pick to ride,
Pay a dollar ninety five and get your ticket to die,
Cause this whole life thing is just a waiting game at the DMV,
When they call your number you better be ready,

Get the fetti-cini, y’nano I’m that wop,
Toke a quap a week and dodge the cops,
Take a page from 48 laws, plot to get the power at the top,
Take stock of who takes, know they ain’t ready for high stakes,

I make the fakes expose themselves, bait for the jakes,
Snakes slither at a slow pace, try to work their way into your web,
Been at it like an addict, got the blueprint in my head,
The movement godly, get behind me my demi’s, (let’s go!)



Off kilter, anti-culture, men riot when I enter,
Get the gaul to swings blades at the gladiators,
Been a bad communicator, now all my lingo crisp,
It’s takes moments to mold it, so patience ‘till ya lit,

The linguistic master, got more logic than those with masters,
Act on it like a fire in a kitchen, those who couldn’t take it
Already turned to burnt chicken, but those who stay learnt
That the heat turns ‘em into heroes, burn in the flames like Nero,

But more appealing like Pacino or De Niro,
Then crack the matrix, get the real tricks, pull a Neo,
The cheat codes come to those who play the most,
Hack the source, cause if you know the game, the rules are yours,

The tools are at your disposal, use it like they told you,
Then use it like they don’t, push boundaries past what’s proved,
You can do what they say you can’t do,
It just requires more willpower than you’re used to,



Positive, positive, that’s all I’m trying to be kids,
Move like mobsters step, but all my channels bumpin’ ska sets,
You got the bro depth, I got that Mariana trench,
Flows different colored like the Caribbean at sunset,

The vibrance can’t be kept, unleash it,
The beasts runnin’ off the leash, he rabid,
My method is magic, your technique is pathetic,
Cure ills like a medic, but so sick I’m malignant,

Magnificent when I roll the blunt up,
All my people rock flannels and grunge cuts,
Lunge past the mutts, dinin’ on marble table sets,
Gargle my balls and gaze at what comes next,

If it’s done correct your empire will be perfect,
Flawless with finances, flowin’ like an unbroken circuit,
Your girls a goddess and heaven was based on your home,
It’s like living in a world no one’s ever known, but you’ll do it,