OkYouFeelinDat?

(album: Flag - 2020)

Everybody talking 'bout opps, okay, my opps are the cops
Okay, my opps are the thots that don't know me
Tryna throw me that box for popular props
Okay, hate it when a dying piece zoom in on my timepiece
Like it's a binocular watch
If baby can't answer the questions I ask her, then I'm an anti-vaxxer
I'm blocking the shots, okay, you feeling that?

Back with the venom rap, the gun I'm concealing that
Drop top Pontiac, you know where the ceiling at
The game is a necrophiliac and a sacrophiliac
'Cause they fucked me and left me for dead
But I'm really back, getting rid of the silly rap
Crook an anesthetic, I'm cinematic
I hit the pen and pad with the illest Iliad
I'm hitting homies like I'm up to bat with a Philly's hat, 9 milli strap
I'mma peel a cap where all you Milli Vanilli's at
I'mma run the city until the day my Achilles snap
This is piggyback, I'm carrying instrumentals
And burying instrumentals when me and the beat interact
Woah, get a piece of this ether
Depopulation, the shit is getting deeper
I pay Microsoft for a brand-new Xbox
Even though I know Bill Gates the Grim Reaper

Everybody talking 'bout opps, okay, my opps are the cops
Okay, my opps are the thots that don't know me
Tryna throw me that box for popular props
Okay, hate it when a dying piece zoom in on my timepiece
Like it's a binocular watch
If baby can't answer the questions I ask her, then I'm an anti-vaxxer
I'm blocking the shots, okay, you feeling that?

Back and I'm killing shit, that's the realer shit
On my Mac Miller shit, at the dealership
Nikes on my feet, but I'mma grab the illest whip
Illegal guns, but the tags legitimate
Squad acting ignorant, stop acting innocent
Pop, that's the end of it, shots blast your tenements
Combat with militants, broadcast the vigilance
Mob hat and Pendletons, COB, that's the syndicate
I was never just a nigga on the block
My mom was at work, I was really on the clock
A penny for my thoughts, hit the lick ice cold
But it went down smooth like Henny on the rocks
Long Beach looking pretty on the yachts
My city's on the docks, I really spent 50 on a watch
I never had pity on the cops
Until my last day like Biggie told The LOX
I came in this game in a chinchilla
With Ashanti, worth about six figures
When you're young, six figures is a rich nigga
Slaughterhouse made my COB clique bigger
On TV spitting with Eminem and Big Tigger
That's a whole lotta stars like the Big Dipper
That's a whole lotta bars you get disfigured
I'll punish you, son, like you Chris Rivers
Game, why am I so heartless?
'Cause the whole fucking industry is artless
If you don't even know what the art is
How the fuck are you an artist?

Everybody talking 'bout opps, okay, my opps are the cops
Okay, my opps are the thots that don't know me
Tryna throw me that box for popular props
Okay, hate it when a dying piece zoom in on my timepiece
Like it's a binocular watch
If baby can't answer the questions I ask her, then I'm an anti-vaxxer
I'm blocking the shots, okay, you feeling that?