| Trigger taught me life’s a 50−50 gamble, better know your handle | 
| Or get dismantled in this world we live in | 
| You gotta deal with every card you’re given | 
| But relentless, you stay consistent & driven | 
| Dedication be the key component | 
| It’s not spacing left for lethargic, niggas heartless | 
| So I could give a fuck about the next artist | 
| In my opinion, they’re all retarded & garbage | 
| So I put them in a state of carcass, lay them in coffins | 
| No disrespect but, these niggas act like Stephen Hawking | 
| Cuz they never do no walking | 
| But they’re always fucking talking shit | 
| Peep the abyss within the profound sound | 
| Representing from a location where shit goes down | 
| Best believe it, the speakers bumping Klemmer while I’m puffing on the steamer | 
| but very few’ll understand the leisure | 
| Playing for keepers, until I toss momma the keys ta | 
| An ill ass beamer, with some fly interior, shit | 
| Authentic niggas understand my plan | 
| But currently, I be that kid up in Focus, got bitches scoping | 
| You talking emceeing, I be the spokesman | 
| That’s verbally damaging most men, my shit is potent, nigga | 
| I’m on some fuck the world domination | 
| Got other nations making accommodations | 
| Paying denominations, playing on different stations | 
| Making shit for the ages, not aiming to be the greatest | 
| Maybe just be your favorite, keep making my rent payments | 
| I don’t need to be Eminem famous, nah | 
| I don’t need my career to emblazoned, nah | 
| I tell a rapper take ten paces | 
| Turn around when you hear the sound of my pen blazing | 
| This that middle american terror | 
| That enlightenment exciting the Internet Era | 
| Pill & Nolan fulfilling omens | 
| Entering your PA like Villanova, cream like vanilla soda | 
| But never calling us pop, I stay all on my job | 
| Give my all cuz it’s all that I got | 
| I do this shit for my one life | 
| Middle finger up one time, you feeling that 1−5 shit |