Extinct (Extended)

Yeah
I'm just saying that, yeah
I just, damn
Yeah, yeah
I take my licks in the storm

That storm headed, them doors severed
Fly around the chicken, I'm more breaded
My Lord better
Success in the air, my poors said it
They say I'm the greatest, nigga, them whores said it
Hopped in Rolls, 2020, lock and I load
"Pop Shit" explode
Dot, Big Sean, Electron', feel like I gotta "Control"
My music connect with the people
Bbridging like the top of the nose
Soul, let 'em know 'bout them blocks that we rose from
Legend in my city, must acknowledge it
I hustle 'fore fighting, head down, they Robinson, wait
Some little niggas we was running from Jake's
While making plates, I'm getting bread still
You niggas running in place, I'm tryna treadmills
Monte had to sit down so fuck the feds still
Got out Manson and Vic de Ville
We from the gutter, nigga, all day
So now it's ghetto ponytails, nigga, we've come a long way (Look)
Uh

Niggas want my old shit (Ooh), buy my old album (Yeah)
And tell your favorite rappers, "Come see me and peep the outcome"
I put a X right beside his name like Malcolm
And give his head to the nigga that he stole his style from (He, brrt, brrt)
I got a list of niggas to kill, don't ask, "How come?" (Boom, boom, boom)
Don't ask no names, just pray that you not one (Not one)
I ain't playing with these niggas but they still is my sons
And fuck your top five if I ain't your top one
These raps written in blood, I got lit off the buzz (Uh-huh)
Know how I'm feeling this bud (Right), I'm the king of my city (Facts)
Not gon' fiddle the love (Uh-huh), there ain't nobody to trust (Nope)
If niggas ain't with the fuss (Nah)
I see through the poker face, dawg, I'm calling his bluff
I shine like I'm multifaceted, gem in the rough
I'm passionate with every pen that I touch (Uh-huh)
It's like I wrote this shit in cursive (What else? Right)
God MC flow (Woo), nigga, these is Bible verses (God, yeah)
The feature fee won't include the hearses (No)
Same thing you gifted with is what your beat cursed with (What?)
Soul searching 'til my flow's perfect, online, in the morgue
Thinking, "Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore" (Yeah, yeah, uh)

Who left the bricks on the floor? We too big on the boards, woah
Smooth nigga off the bench, I'ma score
I could hit a million hoes, that's legit, but I'm sure
They don't make 'em like my bitch anymore
Who let these kids in the door?
You was 'posed to keep it closed
Now they in here throwing stones
And break the window to my soul
Ain't no remote chance in hell I ever let 'em get control, uh
I surf the 'Gram and see the wave you niggas rode
Go to the board for the lesson
I'll be transparent with you, just don't be projecting
Who taught you to be armed and use your guard as a weapon?
Who told you hit your shell every time you feel threatened?
You know that I've been stressed, I smoked a quarter by afternoon
I walk with a attitude, I gave you niggas change and got no token of gratitude
Like what I gotta do to make you tap in?
I might fuck around, start beefing with my rap friends, fuck you REASON

Before we roam, let me go back to the start
'Cause art imitates life and life imitates art
Once we start to dive in this knowledge and this wisdom
They gon' always wanna box us in like it's cubism
Knew about Picasso before I was a snot-nose
Before I had a pot to piss in, and 'fore a hot stove
Pressure is like walking across hot coal
I'm cooler than a North Face in Norway, Oslo
Everybody on this track is known to slay shit
JID gave me a reason to snap on Zay shit
Toy with my emotions, I am not one to play with
I'm rapping with these Top Dawgs to chill with my down bitch
That is no lie, I'm a nice guy and a wise guy
With a bright mind fresh out of Muay Thai
Don't like to beef with niggas 'cause they all pie
Only time they really caught a body was in Far Cry
Try to bring the Grammy to the crib, that's it
Why die to be a legend when I live that shit?
You could talk about my music, I don't give two shits
Because sooner or later you gon' ride my dick
Icarus if I fall off, but I'ma soar
Like a sprained ankle when I landed on the floor
If you don't like the song, here's the exit door
'Cause they don't really make 'em like this anymore

Bitch, we've been bored, I wish we could tour
Girl you need Christ, not Christian Dior
Why you keep trying to take pics with me for?
Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
A white boy broke her heart back in high school
Now she told me she ain't taking white dick anymore
"Damn, are you sure?" Cried when she don't get her way
"Damn, are you four?" Stole her heart, now I'm tryna slide in the getaway
The game chose me, baby, I didn't get a say
I done watched a lot of rappers rise and disintegrate
Paid attention to the styles I'm finna demonstrate
This is how you do it, mane
World's getting too insane, turned a check into a chain
Tugging on her NuvaRing, we are not the same
If you fucking with my crew then you got the right brothers, like we flew a plane
Don't ask me about it, let your boo explain

Look, say she don't know REAS', that shit too insane
Old school, put my shorty on Biggie like Pootie Tang, do ya thang
Cap in all the raps, that shit won't stop
Rest in peace, Breonna Taylor, her killers, they shoulda knocked
Wait, Jack, I'm in some pussy, I was knee-deeper than Funkadelics
I am legend, that explain all the will that a nigga carry
Talking real big wheel like Ferris, top that shit from the greatest
Newborn babies, that shit newly apparent, REASON

I take my licks in the storm, bitch, do me raw
Yeah, still fucking 'til six in the morn'
Son, how I flooded out the wrist to reward
Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore
Yeah, I fuck my bitch when I'm bored, rich from the poor
Drunk, high, stumbling off the shits and record
Video vixen, she copped her tits from the store, said
"Damn, they don't make 'em like this a-"