Music: Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Tramayne Hudson/Howard Kaylan/Mark Volman/Tarik Adolemiui/Radric Davis/Shondrae Crawford
Yeah, yeah, yeah Whoo!
Let's ****ing go! Now!
Come on! Ah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah Ayo, ayo(Now)
Now, uh
Open up the rhyme book and read the composition
I could truly give a **** 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 b***h 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 5 mill' 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
HaοΌKing of the transition
we never switching, peep the acquisition, no omission
Your lyrics drier than the prohibition,prepare for collision
I'm higher than the satellite that's on an orbiting mission
I remember we didn't have any permission (NO PERMISSION!)
Never forget, we on a mother****ing mission(WE ON A MISSION!)
I remember that they didn't even wanna listen (AYE LISTEN!)
Now we cookin we ain't even in the ****ing kitchen (WHAT WE COOKING?)
I remember we didn't have any permission (NO PERMISSION!)
Never forget, we on a mother****ing mission(WE ON A MISSION!)
I remember that they didn't even wanna listen (AYE LISTEN!)
Now we cookin we ain't even in the ****ing kitchen (WHAT WE COOKING?)
Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts
Gucci