*Verse1*
I use to let other niggas influence me
But back stabbin really isnt really new to me
Callin me brother to my face errbody fake now they wanna shake up like a young nigga cool with me, NO
Niggas sending shots im quick to turn a verse into a ulogy
I'll turn a no body to a who is he
Im doing everybody like they doing me
Bouta grab a choppa start shootin like a movie scene

Nigga im dope, Dont compare me to these other guys
I mean i prolly said this shit about a hundred times
I am not a human i am a computer, computing isnt an optionnn this new school need a tutor

Bunch of artist with no art in it
You ain't no heart & always quick to start some shit
U rappers writing with some Parkinsons

Ya scribblin & ya hand start shaking
Man yall basic
Brain washin all these fuckin' fans yall facing

Lifting city buses
With my kidney punches
Take the earth, Reconstruct it
I dont need intructions
Need to feed to function
Take a beat, shove it in a pizza oven
I am the only killa yet to be discovered
I dont speak to busters

Im from the 414
They like where that boy mind at, no one know
Opportunity knockin & the door won't close

I show no hope for people cause i see right through em, i told you...

*hook*
Thats a niggas oath

Yall didn't love me then, Prolly love me now
All these people fake guess its back in style
Get the fuck from round... me

They can't tell me how to cope
They can't tell me how to Live
& thats a nigga Oath

*Verse2*
I break rules & promises
This is for the ones who said they couldn't profit us
They wasn't fond of us then they ain't fond of us now but fuck it dawg i done seen it with binoculars

But they steady watching us its obvious
Let me in the building or im shooting where the lobby is
The way u move real fishy that tolopia
Knows that we the right clique dont paste when you copy us, dummy

Dont try to act like i need you
They rap cause they want to, i rap cause i need to
But i Never bite the hand that feeds you
But i will bite the one that plans to switch when it greets you

I Got cash on my calendar
Passing you passengers back & forth pacing like a fuckin ravishing Labrador
Slapping your handler
Slashing my challengers
Kill you - spill you cause your death, would just end up making me happier

It doesn't matter cause Im sick & deranged
& im sick of this fame
Sick of figure out how to fit in this game
A better chance grabbing a noose
Tie it into
A knot & watch me slit my wrist quick as i hang

They poppin that perk
Sippin that syrup
Flippin that work on the curb
That is my word