Gristle

I'm a hard act to follow, hard pill to swallow
 My dad used to find the demon in bottle
 Now he clean as a whistle of an official fixing games for the fiscal
 The top is hot so I done turned into a heat-seeking missile
 Keep my head up on a swivel and a mouth full of gristle
 I got my flows off the muscle, boy this shit in my bones
 If I wasn't meant to rap I'd probably leave it alone
 But as of now it's four labels throwing plays at my phone
 Eating cinnamon French toast in some Vetements socks
 They fiending over the features like I'm selling 'em rocks
 My door starting to splinter, had to tell 'em to stop
 My floor hot in the winter, shoes melting the box
 Kicking game with my lawyer at a beachfront estate
 She got me right for all these niggas tryna eat off my plate
 Brought the bag to the mall, I had several to blow
 Spent a grip and put the loot up in the elephant nose
 Young Anubis, thumbs covered in bruises
 Investigating the jeweler, my neck can tell if he Judas
 In Broward County I'm rooted, when I go home it's a movie
 Got two Medusas on me, turn my pole to stone then wrap around it, it look like caduceus
 The choker fit like a noose and I need it loosened
 This satisfaction elusive so I'm never complacent
 Navy Preme deadstock, red bogo emblazoned
 It cost dummy racks now, if I don't flip it I'm crazy
 Yelling "Free the Ruler" while I mudwalk in some Maisons
 Look behind me, I been leaving stains all on the pavement
 Money adjacent and it offset the pressure I'm facing
 I ain't the king yet, but I'm patiently waiting