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Aye, take this little eye opener and widen your attention span My flow and lyrics, probably colder than the demolition man Anti-social nigga, posting pictures up on Instagram Making dopeness on a regular, get it, Instant Grams Of the vitamins, that heighten yo exci-te-ment Bank accounts, just told the owner I deserve a higher rent The future I invent, like it was sex, need no stress I ain't talking cereal when cashing checks Break ya neck, spray ya vest, all your girl say is yes Like she Floetry, I give her my love bayonet In the cavalry, twenty guns blasting yo directions Ain't religious, but got twenty nuns masked in ya confession Nigga, your stupid flow is outta there, flow hot as outer wear I laser vision through your soul, you niggas can't amount a stare Come bow to me like Muhammad at the Mecca Or get your name scratched off of my list like a record homie [Verse Two] Alright, resume for the funeral you will know I'm scratching at the surface, so I'm damaging cuticles While you sitting in a cubicle, grimy and all To you I'm probably Mt. Everest, you climb me and fall To ya death from the gravity, I hurt you like cavities The comradery, I got with my team is just no analogy Add a G, to the conversation of the GOATS And he will make an album scary good like you seen a ghost And I boast and all, cause it's my protocol And like hurricane season, I hope I ball Wait, Isaiah G, 16 and shit AAP forever cause you know my team legit