Three

When you stay ready you ain't gotta get ready, Parks
 Understand that
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 Microphone check, it's something new y'all rage
 These views only prelude from the dude on stage
 I'm old school, so my mind is in a New York state
 Still feel like I'm the best rapper in the New York State
 Though I'm a Jersey City product, we like two doors away
 Maybe I'm just the best rapper whipping New York plates
 Indeed it be the God
 If Fetty is the face of New Jerz, then you see how badly we needed I
 Young doing it my way, that's Frank Sinatra
 I might hang with you bloggers, but I bang with the mobsters
 See me right in Hell's Kitchen having drinks over pasta
 Need the fake to love the real so let me thank you impostors
 Bicoastal early, y'all hit the Daytons and Impalas
 Started buzzing around the time Sporty Thievz kept saying "nada"
 Emcees ain't even bother, and I don't know what's truly worse
 Them wanting my spot or not knowing they gotta move me first
 You are now entering the mind of the sick
 About as remarkable as it gets
 Here's what they think about you
 Here's what they think about you
 You are now entering the mind of the sick
 About as remarkable as it gets
 Here's what they think about you
 Here's what they think about you
 Now, Parks, let me get back to my shit right quick
 Now turn me up in my headphones
 Let me get back on my rage shit right quick though
 But turn the lights down in the booth, let's do this real quick
 Look, it go
 Few years, weights up, still sleep, wake up
 Bitches know the stakes up since I beat my case up
 Hip hop shit list, look at these bastard men dress
 I'm just taking back what's owed, and adding interest
 Maybe just my love died, loud lit above high
 Slugs fly, eyes scrubbed dry, still a thug cries
 All this paraphilia versus my necrophilia
 How are they record dealing ya? I wasn't ever feeling ya
 This feeling equates professional weapon, can't seal it, bruh
 Deuce deuce, .380, a chopper Beretta millia
 Hov said 30 is the new 20, me, I feel like 30 is the new 40
 I bought thirty new 40s
 A bitch moving pills get 30s to move off me
 Just watch how you moving in Jersey, it's too costly
 And memory with candles is where the energy laying you
 Protect me from my loved ones, enemies I can handle
 If you talking Slaughterhouse please refer to "SlaughterMouse"
 Think twice before you blink twice, you gotta roll with mouth
 Got you birds popping, it's Korver or Kurt Warner mouse
 And I be dolo, nobody gotta come warn the mouse
 Used to take drives through the tunnel, we getting offers now
 Smelled my man a soda, it's teddy, I bridged the water's mouth
 Live from the Horror house, calling out
 Done with all this drawing mouth
 Duke with all the Terry Bradshaw about
 Kill spree, cops should look after
 Y'all be yelling free your mans, I yell at my man, "Stop getting captured"
 And all my Irvington niggas over on Lyons put one in the air for Rev. Ron
 You know we rock with the pastor, moment of silence
 Put one in the air with me right quick
 Bruh, we love you, rest in peace
 All my Newark niggas what up?
 All my niggas over at Chancellor, what's good?
 Surf, I see you, on neighborhood
 What up?
 Anywhere there's real niggas around, I'm right at home
 Alright, bring my drums back in a minute, I like this bass though
 I don't think that's gonna change anytime soon though