unorthodox

we done came up

everybody love 'em

on the regular

lookin' at popular colored faces

observing what my brothers faces in all races

lost in generations before hatred

see with your eyes dilated for the sake of the gs

but keep it sacred g

fuck a rat race

we take the cheese

jack cheddar from the make believe

break the trees on they eighth cd

rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully

i'm a brooklyn nigga

basically i grind with the grimiest

learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas

and vultures

don't worry what a verse will cost ya

from the young scorcher

just remember who taught ya

i'm gonna spark it off unorthodox

won't sign to no major if no wager

less than a 3 million offer off the top

i'll be in a box with my coughin' drops

why settle for a office spot?

niggas don't always make it off the block

unless they extort rocks or support the cops

they still snitchin' - let me guess: that's your mannequin?

leave 'em shook while you're standing and quit the shenanigans

have you panicking

induce damages 'til you're vanishing

words or tour probably resort top sea examinin'

this is for my real hip hop fans and 'em

i dispose for 'em

leave fake mc's in the post mortem

cause money ain't a thing if i got it i won't spend

all i got is my pros

i don't need no friends

feel like this glory road is coming to an end

the only soul that won't sin

no he won't give in

yo this world is bone chillin'

make meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes

properly delivered

drop trees in my swishers

and bring that back to my property wit' ya

it ain't easy being this royal

when you got this much going for you

it ain't hard to be disloyal

comin' straight from the soil with lines that never coil

start to think pretty off new career with this spoil

the kid is that sick so expect more coffins

i'm the chosen one so you can expect more offerings

i be sonning niggas so expect less offerings

best rapper alive hear that line used less often

word to god i'm the best offering

bmx like hoffman

bmf like ross man

young boss

man

got jimmy fallon endorsements

from porches

to porsches

getting portions of fortune

they said next up so i stepped up

fly like i dressed up

bitches try to hang like left nuts

like orangutans in the west of

of the mother land

but i've got the swank of no other man

brother man

they can't understand

pro era boys pop rubber band

cause money ain't a thing if i got it i won't spend

all i got is my pros

i don't need no friends

feel like this glory road is coming to an end

the only soul that won't sin

no he won't give in

yo this world is bone chillin'

make meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes

properly delivered

drop trees in my swishers

and bring that back to my property wit' ya

everybody love 'em

we done came up

i'ma spark it off unorthodox

they don't feel the name

but they say the music dope though

i'ma spark it off unorthodox

on the regular