| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| And I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| Startin' blazin', and star gazin' |
| And see how you can reach your farthest aspiration |
| It’s like holy matrimony in The Matrix |
| It ain’t shit, they just call it a strange shift |
| Cold feet cause I’m on thin ice |
| It’s alright besides the fact I want it all in one night |
| Like, you can’t skip steps is the best |
| Even though the vets hold a 47 with' a vest |
| Now that’s a wise investment |
| Or a concept to try hide divine intention |
| It’s like, let 'em hate, stay calm and meditate |
| When life hands you lemons it’s time to eliminate |
| More aside with' a lemonade anyways |
| Different days different highs different haze |
| Kama Sutra with' miss Mary Jane |
| And the karma suits her she a vibrant thang |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| And I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| Cause I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| You niggas is suspect and I’m just a roughneck |
| That wasn’t breakin' pencil tips when I would bust lead |
| I puff meds and leave chumps fed and punks dead |
| Her cunt wet she gettin' rough sex no Sunset |
| I like a chick with' a buck tooth yeah it could get fucked too |
| I keep my eye they sus' too |
| Never tell 'em our goverment |
| Make any covenants |
| Bitches be lovin' it |
| See not to put a glove on it |
| Funny shit, you must’ve thought |
| I was a dumby miss |
| I feed lies to felines |
| Just to get up any time he’s quick |
| Ye you got tricks but I got 5 more |
| So any game you trying to play you better |
| Know, I got the high score |
| You better settle down 'cause you not on my level now |
| The pro’s is in my circle |
| They could tell the world you get around |
| Some niggas clowns what this shit about |
| They used to doubt now they see 'em sprout |
| And I’m out |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| And I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| Nigga I deserve my respect |
| And brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| When I was 13 I was bad |
| Rapping 'bout guns we never had |
| Now we smoke holes are float to tips |
| Old homies talking shit |
| Say you got what’s best of mom |
| You stay platinum on that dime |
| Thought we was cool before |
| And we gonna take your ass on tour |
| Fuck nah, this much as to get |
| How you entitled to my shine |
| Nigga you ain’t helped me get it |
| Now these niggas seen me gettin' it |
| Checking the statements from my debit |
| My profile get requested |
| But I never hit accept |
| Hits the sigh on to the chest |
| I reflect |
| When I was 14 our blazed eyes |
| Glued to the sampless screen |
| Eyes beam, 'cause we can make it better |
| Smoking on that jack era |
| Welcome to the progressive era |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| And I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| Cause I deserve my respect |
| And brains don’t matter |
| But tell me what really matters |
| When you pissed off at the world |
| Like you got a crazy bladder and |
| Momma always said that shit |
| Don’t come on silver platter |
| So I gather my thoughts |
| And made use of all these synonyms |
| 'Cause I could never swallow the truth |
| Like it’s cinnamon excuse me if I’m militant |
| The cinnamon in my hood could leave a nigga |
| Quivering like God damn the living |
| And the venom in his liver is |
| Corrupting all his ligaments |
| Now he’s at a stand still |
| So tell me if he’ll live again |
| The fire in his heart |
| Still seem to be simmering |
| I’ll take that little simmer and |
| Turn to an adrenaline |
| Penicillin cannot stop the drive |
| He be giving 'em like |
| Mad fords for fast forward |
| Let’s get to the part |
| Where his records could afford |
| Him a couple of fords |
| Like Lord |
| Any gift at christmas just doesn’t fit him |
| I need my own holiday |
| And by the way |
| I’m possibly on monopoly |
| And own all Donalds property |
| 'Cause I won’t live in poverty |
| Like |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| And I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| And I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| In the clouds come and find me |
| So I’m flying to Hermione |
| Homie tripping got 'em soundin' like |
| Hanson in the '90's |
| Charlie Manson, yo her body |
| 'Cause that damage in your party |
| Can you manage what I’m dishing out |
| So get your wish and count |
| You sell me something |
| Then I flip that amount |
| I just switched that account |
| Get that profit then I’m out yeah |
| They all wonder |
| But it’s Nyck bitch no doubt |
| Rip your lips off your mouth |
| Man I’m vibin', ring the siren |
| With these bars I’m reciting |
| Cars with no licence |
| Hard, man I’m feeling like a Spartan |
| With a trident down |
| Picture perfect |
| But I’ll make that picture worth it |
| I’ll be doubling my spot |
| No Louisiana purchase |
| So declare that, with my hair back |
| You want a fair one |
| Catch a fair smack |
| I hunt upon my prey |
| So pray I ain’t hunting on your ass today |
| Like be afraid |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| And I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| Cause I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| Cool cuts flow |
| The deli can’t touch this |
| Slipping like fishes |
| Choking when you hit the cypher |
| And I ain’t talking weed smoke |
| But I let the weed blow |
| Anything just let the leaves know |
| Oh, suckers fuck around |
| Get clap before you risk that |
| Nigga sayin' you crackin' |
| Fabric of your imagination |
| Ask your lady |
| It’s assassin when I come up on the track |
| It’s a curse that I always try to find |
| Sex in these verses |
| But I got your attention |
| It’s part of my ascension |
| But if I keep totin' |
| This chant is gonna leave me stranded |
| In this dimension, but to mention |
| Niggas is snitchin', might charge me with battery |
| But fuck that 'cause piss was never in your anatomy |
| So don’t try to line a nigga |
| That got mine on my third eye shit |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| And I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| Say I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| Man I’m on a higher degrees |
| Without my masters |
| I could use my word |
| To urge in a disasters |
| Niggas wanna know how my wheels keep on spinning |
| And they see we getting love |
| 'Cause they see the pros is winning |
| 'Cause we giving love back |
| So they peeping how we fittin' |
| And gonna have to tuss nigga step into me |
| I like to keep my chakras open |
| So respect my G |
| I got the bush going in |
| Rapping FPT |
| So sus' niggas watch your back pros next to me |
| I got Chuck on the team to collect the green |
| And show these suspect niggas what they mean to scheme |
| Another Apex predator crushing your dreams |
| Gonna get your wave pushed back between my cream |
| Taking all you sus' niggas throw you out the scene |
| I’m taking all you sus' niggas throw you out the scene |
| Taking all you sus' niggas throw you out the scene |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| And I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| Said I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| The P the R the O the Debt |
| Never in my vex |
| I’m always calm, cool, collect |
| Unless you disrespect |
| I wreck you verbally |
| So expect the worst from me |
| I deck you with my intellect |
| You best be circumspect check |
| Made you making all the wrong moves |
| Why intimidate you, I more infuriate you |
| 'Cause I annihilate all who participating for the gold |
| Lovers I decapitate with everything I say, see |
| Come sneak a peak and tell me what you peepin' |
| Then struggle to say it ain’t greatness that you seein' |
| It is what here sits in the midst of us |
| Yea quite mysterious, no you’re not delirious |
| I’m serious, it’s clear to us |
| Add some crystal gonna see gold than platinum |
| Set it on the tarots before |
| So I know how it is all |
| Gonna go down |
| Gotta go more uptown |
| More on the cloud |
| 'Cause didn’t you know by now |
| I’m skyline bound |
| And my time’s now |
| I don’t graze ground |
| I’m new in your town |
| So assume what you please |
| But you don’t know me |
| Say what you please |
| But you don’t know Tina |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| And I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| Said I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| Who that mofo that came to show boat |
| It’s 'cause he flow like no other |
| Styles mood his brother |
| And slick like lubricant rubbers |
| So going in on track ain’t a real test |
| The real quest, is making real tracks |
| With feelings people ain’t feel yet |
| Deadly be that suspect for subjects for all the records |
| Set in for all the records |
| I spit in a split of seconds |
| So you can’t reckon that I wasn’t checking |
| For beats unpleasant |
| I eat up a track and hit your producer up for seconds |
| Remember I’m the face so lace me in the line up |
| The bars that I could line up |
| Could probably bump the fine up |
| Define what never can judge |
| Rap is in my blood so much |
| My capillaries adapted a sanctuary |
| From the 5th of January |
| Every punchline turned into crunch time |
| Was cutting records more times |
| Than my school’s lunch line |
| So if this hit’s mine, go ahead and pop your wrist fine |
| Been spitting dirty da' vocals recorded spit shine |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| Said I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| And I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| 'Til the day I die |
| I’ll be puffin' la |
| Fuck the world, fuck it dry |
| Tell 'em government spies |
| I won’t cover my eyes |
| Won’t cower, won’t move |
| 'Cause I done move like a coward |
| Knowledge is power |
| And the flower of life is ours |
| Get his eyes hours |
| Maybe you could see the towers |
| Scour your dirty mind |
| And maybe you unleash the power |
| We all got the potential |
| In our body and soul |
| Prolly you know |
| I found mines right through the pencil |
| Started body and flow |
| But fuck that |
| There’s been a preview of primeval |
| Hip hop retrieval, I hold it legal |
| Like I’m coppers so weasels to squeal |
| This one for my people, headed to the top |
| No redo, thinking up evil but see no evil |
| Just because |
| 'Cause I didn’t ask to be this good |
| They just made me better |
| They told me cheese at the camps |
| And they made me cheddar |
| And the green only made me clever |
| See God made three bass, 2 Pac |
| But he only made one 'era |
| The era |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| Said I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |
| Suspect niggas don’t come outside |
| You might get your wig pushed back tonight |
| Said I deserve my respect |
| Brains don’t matter if your wig get split on some 3rd eye shit |