[ Featuring Trae Tha Truth ]
Look, I'm ten toes down when you see me in my city
I'm the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when there's friction
My flow ignant, my flow nasty, every beat I touch a casket
My flow choppa, I'm boombastic, ain't too many cut from this fabric, look
Ouu, I have been hand-selected by Ya, I merely comply
In host to be ascribed he can cherish, ouu
My hood see me as a God and they know I keep that fire
For all those who carest, not that we perish, ouu
I know that my bars are esoteric, ouu
Lowkey I just had my second heiress
My flow the rarest, it deserve some merit
I am inherently barbaric when it comes to spittin' I ain't generic, ouu
Look, yeah, big pole on me, no red light but it stop traffic
Ouu, yeah, don't cheat, but I keep the Cardi B close, that's a loud ratchet
Ouu, yeah, gotta keep the heat while I move my feet down the road to Damascus
Ouu, yeah, honor every word I speak, treat the beat like the Pope do the Sabbath
Look, I'm ten toes down when you see me in my city
I'm the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when there's friction
My flow ignant, my flow nasty, every beat I touch a casket
My flow choppa, I'm boombastic, ain't too many cut from this fabric
How the vocabulary flips at the record like it was Guinness
And they see me track, go to hit 'em like it was tennis
If you timid then the flow get to runnin' like it's a scrimmage
Lyrically I murder for hire, deliver, then it's man down
Who gon' get him up, try to sit him up
Thinkin' 2Pac "Hit 'em Up" how I lit 'em up
Eat a rapper any day, when I finish, spit 'em up
Track God, this the heaven flow, 'bout to send 'em up
Give me the beat, I'm finna speak, make a retreat
Put 'em to sleep, I'm in their face, look at the pace
Flow is nasty like a freak, never defeat
I am a champ, tell 'em repeat, I'ma defeat
Higher fashion nothin' cheap, nightmares like I was Meek
Pass the W, I use for the wins or for the wits, truth is
Never ended up second, I been the best, leave reality
To pull up and give 'em my venom, stressed
Yeah, my words bulletproof, you would think we livin' in the abyss
Look at ten toes down when you see me in my city
I'm the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when there's friction
My flow ignant, my flow nasty, every beat I touch a casket
My flow choppa, I'm boombastic, ain't too many cut from this fabric, look
Ayy, straight up, man, I'ma be honest with you, man
Ayy, look, the hardest thang to do in this day and age is stay ten toes down, you feel me?
Everybody with that high cappin' and bumpin'
It is what is, but it's hard to stay ten toes down, you feel me?
Out the mud, out the gutter, you feel me? Huh?
Come on, man. I ain't with all that tongue wrestlin' and gun bumpin' either, man
Straight up
I talk fly teeth, all our teeth, you feel me?
That's how it is
