on the stretch & bob show

they looking for me to carry the baton

like carrying on a stanza

wasn't really aiming

i happened to take a gander

caught it & now they calling it casualties of the banter

i'm talking out the side of my neck

i'm all cancer

i'm charles lee ray on the break looking for santa's

who would have thought a murder would be an extravaganza

trying to move eddie caputo up on the mantle

and lead andy out on the break to play the example

talk about how to baton

that's the passing of the guard

corner crowded with the god's like i'm passing the quran

passing through with the word and a car note for a scarf

i'm part ives saint laurent and part panther

gave'em residue like base

lost steps

i heard beats and caught bodies

you caught breaths

i'm part vera at par tech

part brownstones

part jects

and nah

i'd never be part nets

grew up where shit less cautious

more cassius

know the corner store well

i could walk backwards

where going o.t. on the starters and small factions

and throw the rock through the fort like mark jackson

this rap shit turned into horse and it's all practice

my dress code will get me fined

more blackness

sixteens

i'm less curry

more westbrook

so stand thirty feet out the line is all ad-libs

and all the wcw's that you screenshot

got the front door of my building like a supreme drop

treat me like the lord

i double them like a restock

strung 'em underground

now they looking for the chief rock

and really these ain't lines

its throwing diesel

pedestal high enough to clothesline eagles

sympathy aside

ya'll will go in the trunk

my bio is riley freeman meets thelonious monk

and now they call me old school

they say the same to andre

flow all keys and it's 88 like a steinway

till they top five supported me like a stranjay

and get a lil wilder to reach. i'm deontay

it ain't hard to tell

cause it's nothing to tell

my rep did all the talking and it's a wonderful braille

and whether we talking pens or we get to talking limbs

we still talking how i'm a walking double xl

twelve years of valedictorians under my belt

let the plug know he lucky that i ain't jump on the scale

this is more or less battery acid on the notes app

looking for your fade

you following where the smokes at

henny on the steering wheel playing with the lord

turned into gray bottoms on the stage at the awards

just in case ya'll was lost

i'm the face in the forbes

ghostwriting is everything that they claimed that it was

i'm straight

haha

gyeah

one time

stretch & bob show