Listen, I don’t sell drugs, drugs oughta sell me
I don’t bust slugs, slugs oughta bust me, I’ll put it simply
I don’t fit in, so when I fuck the beat I call it kinky
See there aint no lies in me, I’m here to lock this
This is real talk, I never pushed ki’s, I aint a locksmith
Ock, this is that ambition, lying is what you be
All they spit is fiction, ‘cause now they all move E
I just script lines, put my feelings on the line
So you can feel what I’m feeling when I rhyme
It’s like I’m concealing feelings in my rhymes
A con feeling is leaking when I seal syllables with signs
On fire like the R of Sopranos, a Sicilian mind
I rep the R to the O.T.T.E.R DAM, right
So when I OD y’all can be like ‘’damn, tight’’
It’s whatever man, I utter straight heat
I’m heavenly BIG, so better listen when Faith speaks