Prime

Finna rock the microphone till I'm gawn
 And I'm long buried up in that dirt
 Never no unemployment when I spit it
 Finna put it down y'all can come get this work
 If your raps sound like a cat call finna get your latter half
 Strapped to a medevac dawg
 Is that a battle axe or is that a hacksaw
 Novakane used when he Ginsu'd every last song?
 Had their hats off when I blast off
 And just coast, like Madagascar, ahh
 The sweet sound of a beat down when the beat drop
 Plenty have tested their chops
 Be running their mouth but then come to the bout
 And we go the Connor Khabib route...
 Alla y'all hoping that me stop
 You better call in a cease fire
 That's bout as common as Trump being honest
 Or pink polka dots on a Zebra, hasta la vista
 Better off betting your treasure
 On Dr. Dre dropping the Detox
 Spittin' sulfuric till the folks hear it
 With my whole spirit and conspirators are stucker than cold syrup
 I made it, on my own merit
 What I've got's not for sale, you on clearance
 2, 3, 5, 7-I'm in my prime
 Cali zipcode, Durham County grind, yah
 You already, run wit my city
 You already, Runaway fitted
 You already, yah, you already
 Fame over honor, profit over purpose
 Change just a little for the cake is it worth it?
 Never that! Pawn shit, y'all immature
 Do you want a cookie wit your Similac sir?
 Simple fact, fear never been a factor
 Every tenant in my city was a benefactor
 'Cause I feed off the hometown, set out to prove
 See that I'm grown now, a kid at the root
 Book me a feature I promise I'll body the verse
 Oughtta be more than another commodity heard
 They tried to bury me but I be drivin' the hearse
 Cleverly dodging the urn, every drop of the reserve
 Goes into rippin' the beat, cherry on top of dessert
 Lacin' the loop with the heat, that's why they call me the perm
 Break the monotony, sacred astronomy learned
 Ancient as botany, takin' a draw of the herb
 Statin' my policy, makin' the prophecy heard
 Pleading my case in the verse, win it we stop and adjourn
 Need a moment to breathe, long sleep
 Cereal on the couch, my atlas is on fleek
 No doubt, check out the callouses on my feet
 Prove I been movin' the earth, jubilant groovin' I've heard
 Dreams of the Cackalack, greens with the fatback
 Seems like the Nasdaq, stockin' these tracks like
 2, 3, 5, 7-I'm in my prime
 Cali zipcode, Durham County grind, yah
 You already, run wit my city
 You already, Runaway fitted
 You already, yah, you already