My concept is so complex
Like a snitch bitch out of jail, I won't tell
Who I, where I, took a look up in that mirror
Found the devil meddling
Damnit that's unsettling
Well fuck him, and fuck you too
Cause all responses from the truth is who the fuck, who you?
What's a nuisance, Im 'bout to lose it on this shit
Know what, fuck it no I won't
Give me 14 instrumentals and a large amount of dro
Bitches pause around the throne, and they calling that a margin
looking awesome in my robes
Semi-ballin must've fallen from a foster founded home
Brains is swellin' ain't no telling if I'm God around this ho
So dance, I fancy thoughts of moving to my beats
Hand me hand-me-downs it's classy how I use that shit for weeks
And rock a motha fuckin rhythm like it's Friday, Friday
A buck fifty on that highway, highway

3 cops, 2 feds, 1 duffy, this like
3 Pacs, 2 Bigs, 1 Puffy, I might
Kill the game like its something that I thought out
To those of y'all who doubt it, eat your motha fuckin heart out

My concept is too complex
Third strike for these rappers now, who's on deck?
Take a wild guess
Blowing loud sess
Fullest action, wylyin' out while Trillo stay relaxing
Fascists, y'all contemporary thoughts
Peep my secondary, legendary Pan-Ameri cross
Cross back cross back,
whatever y'all be bumping in clubs we off that
Tims, we off that
Rims, we off that
Whenever y'all be throwing them dubs we off that
Praise Allah our father mighty, follow all almighty dollars
Sensing worst things, sensi-herb for them tings


Id blow a hundred grand if I had it, all on magic
Hoping I could turn a mofucker to a habit
And I don't want 1's, 20's, 50's
1-double-0, I want Bens, Savage
So gimmie just a little time with a beat
Ill turn that mofucker from a lion to beast
Gotta eat when your tummy aint at peace, my God
Best meal homie had in weeks by far
White walls, all up in the mix
Finna put a couple hos in this bitch
Cooperated might drop the tape, made of honey from the
buzzing Ill proceed to make
So lemme at it Im a grown ass man, you the wrong type
Y'all be looking like a little bitch on prom night
Slick slack fitted to the waste, jet blue
You an artist or a sellout? Choose.
I don't really fuck with all that
I don't really phone a suit 'till a mofucker call back
Aint no need for me to fall back
Levitated seeing snakes in the game, I paused that
This a little flow deep in the riddle couple sheep in the middle but
the flock look all black
So tell me what a lone man to do,
I'm with the devil moving dancing shoes and fuck that
Just gimmie all the land, all the land to the east
So I can plant fields of lyrically-fed beats
Put me on the stage with a half stack set,
tell a record exec I'm tryna mess with his head
Spit a bit more real, how a broke man feel on the bottom
with a little bit of Pac at his heels
Im tryna kick it like Im lasting time
Y'all mofuckers kick it half the time, so what's real?