Prime

[Verse 1] (Hey) The mental state of a lyricist in his prime Spit divine, thought from the mind Poetic rhetoric that rhyme We punch lines that leave you conflicted, and hit rewind Every time I spit an ill line the worlds mine Fuck a Matana Quit it the second Im out the vagina Won't even call her mañana, Sike Lyrical Unibomber Ima Ima allergic to drama Mentality of a felon Rebelling elevate While you repellin' Only hate because I'm sellin' Who you tellin'? See I was on that raw shit While you was on that naw shit The people "they gonna toss it" When that all they endorse it I just waited for my time to shine, I never forced it Strategically planned it like Peyton Mannin' way before shit was even real [Verse 2] I remember nights as a child with my momma, hungry But my hunger for this music is on another level This shit will truly have you contemplatin' deals with the devil But homie I'm a king not a pawn I never settle Cause the strength within my mind Is so fine I can bend metal Yeah, In high school I wasn't worried about them A's and B's I was trying to make the flow unkillable to obtain these Gs Murder syllables, yes I aim to please, so much ice they call me Mr. Freeze, Sike All up under your girls skirt as if I was the breeze Flow celsius I surpass degrees Homie, please And now I'm feelin' like I'm number 1 Cause nobody made it in the game out of where I'm coming from Can you feel me? Me and my team devised a scheme to get the cream Followin' dreams, livin' our lives like movie scenes Started as a teen, sippin' liquor, smoking' green For music I was a fiend, my homies know what I mean Ha, Lethal projectiles aimed at reptiles Best get your money in order fore' you get checked now [Verse 3] (Yeah)The beats my bitch, the mic's my mistress Fiance flowin' I engage, don't miss this now Hop on the track, you know I kill it to death Fuckin' with Logic, it's inevitable that I will result in your imminent death Now hit rewind and take a breath, Homie ain't nothin' left I'm Gregory House and this game is testin' my patients Been on the low like freemasons Livin' amazing, if your shit is hot my shit is cajun Divine white wine flowin', yes you know its aging You got sixteens? Ha, I got mathematical equations