[Verse]

Uh, too many shots for me to shake it off/
I think I’m drownin’ God, I need a Noah’s Ark/
Some sort of savior, to give me the whole array of the spot/
So I could pick it up, where the fuck I left off/
I leapt off of the edge, on some cause and effect/
Took the hint, and then I caught the motherfuckin’ wreck/
Dock Speckter, the key to the cross-section/
I’m eager to drop pressure like freezing to hot weather/
Depending upon, whether or not they been eggin’ him on, I/
Make it known, your bitch is aching to bone/
I’m takin’ her home from the show, on the road less traveled/
Stormed your castle to prove to you, I’m the best at it/
Yeah, cuz you won’t learn if I don’t demonstrate/
You feather and I’m heavyweight, I got to differentiate the truth/
Between this ill shit that I generate/
While you be tryna’ imitate the image that I emanate to you/
You should appreciate the little things/
This is what it takes for one to roll the dice and play the game/
True, there is no limit to the greater gain/
So take your place in line and lose ‘em through the straightaway/
Make or break, cutthroat, braver way to say the same/
Or wave away your right to save the flavor for a rainy day/
Hey, I’m on some Training Day Alonzo Harris/
I caught the merit, to bury you while I was runnin’ errands/
So stop starin’ me, bearin’ my cross, carin’/
Apparently not near enough, so now we squarin’ up/
Master of my ceremony, rise to the occasion/
I’m in, matrimony with the pad and the pen/
So when, these karaoke rappers are makin’ an ode to the whackness/
I’m Hulk-Smashin’ ‘em, takin’ a crack for the win/
This is for the one who’s livin’ to die by the sword/
And this is for the one that’s gettin’ in right with the Lord/
You all beneath me, I’m troughin’ where ya’ll be peakin’/
I’m prolly the only reason they don’t give you the right to record/
When I perform on the mic, I’m sorta’ liable to strike with the raw/
Cuz I be knowin’ you liked what you saw/
Yuh, the brightest star can’t match the shine I’m on/
And you can’t take the wheel, cuz I’m the driver, you the ride-along/
I’m ridin’ on spinners, it’s been a minute/
Since Speckter was whippin’ in it, doin’ business with your men and women/
Yeah, I’m so indifferent to your spittin’ image/
That I don’t consider it bitten, until I’m gettin’ stitches/
Huh, I try to distance myself from the beef/
Unless, that is, I got a skillet within arm’s reach/
Concrete Jungle, I’m shovelin’ through the rubble/
I’m roughin’ it through the struggle, but won’t buckle, I’m beyond defeat/
So it be best for you to walk away/
I’m on the island, General Zaroff when I stalk the prey/
So stop fakin’ as if it was not dangerous/
If you don’t got game, ain’t no shame in just not playing it/
Hold up, wait a minute, get it, got it, good/
If you don’t consider me the shit by now, you prolly should/
I’m shittin’ on these Hollywood, rappers actin prodigal/
The lot of ‘em, while you was payin’ out of pocket/
For a product that was cut, call it maybe only kinda’ dope/
Optical illusion rap, call that shit kaleidoscope/
Realest shit I ever wrote, message in a bottle/
Sayin’ that I don’t apologize for bettin’ on bravado/
I’m a rebel desperado, motto be to never follow/
Lead into tomorrow and you’re bound to reach your El Dorado/
See D.R.D we be mano a mano/
We got them combos like we Liu Kang on some Mortal Kombat/
We got each other’s backs, and on some Magna Cum Laude/
Face down, hoodies up, drownin’ snitches underwater/
So don’t you even be thinkin’ of tryna’ stop us/
It’s easy to get departed from this life that you been tryna’ live/
We keep the heater on the target, and our finger in your pocket/
Plus we speakin’ through the hearts of the kids/
We sharp witted, definitely def up in it/
You just don’t get it, we get it because we in it to win it/