[Lyrics]
I'ont need no introduction
I fly into the zone and kill it like a Martian

You prolly in your feel, subconsciously a failed nigga
I see you flaggn all my shit that I have done nigga
Who dat nigga? He a 70 something and more, nigga
I'm on 59 but I aint a rounded up flawed-nigga
A Hot nigga, rain on August this aint Alsina
Rain on 'your' parade, I bring the band, musical mayweather
I'm bout to blow up coz my music 'bout to detonate
And every time I step on to steem it I bring the fire flame
Huh
So I wrote this for a certain nigga
aint the type to feed on beef coz I aint hungry nigga
Too busy working on my self to pick on faults nigga
I'm a rock nigga, no formation, Mr go figure
Arrgh
Mr "know all" you 'ont know shit
Start a coaching imma teach you all these ol' shit
Aint bout the age Mr Lee, you just a novice
I'm thinking career man, career 'cause
You carry your self like a fckn boss, you getting boss'd
On this turf, and I hope you understand this dawg