My Team, Supreme 2.0
Today's agenda
A nation exterminating the pious
Pray that you never die
Don't dare to be deemed the highest
Our right is founded by liars
Righteous as my suppliers
They wonder where my supply is
(Nigga, where them beats?) fuck a feature
My ether is equal to each of your own
Embodied the balance of the world
On my shoulders alone
But God bless America, my Gs go hard
Gs make dreams and these grams make gods
I am so compelled
Might as well proceed another step
Never took a L
Still fresh without the double X
Manson, ransom, artificial anthems
Ladies say he handsome
These niggas throwing tantrums
Tripping to existence is often
Labeled as miscreants
Cause we position it different
Real hard to make sense of it
Record labels making sense, we sensitive
Now we acting senseless, fuck you
Architect for president
I'm on my freeze time
Leaping in and out of portal shit
You on your prick your finger from a thorn
Mere mortal shit i'm on my Heath Ledger
I can't get my mind in order shit
Hitler at a bar mitzvah, torturous
Slaughter shit
I am really that nigga, call it quit's
Get off my dick
Give a camera the finger every
Time I hear a flick
The code has been cracked and
I am the glitch, do you hear this shit
Like a rabbit turd, I swing on a track absurd
My rhyme schemes and my bars infinite
I hear your shit and get a little narcoleptic
I admit you're kind of boring
I was out touring
Stroking kittens with dimples that
Remind me of Lauren
London on Thursday, Sunday I'm New Yorking
Brooklyn be the birthplace
Kings County caucus cut the malarkey
Y-y you don't want no problems
Or drama, with zombies, get off me
Some may say seeing him's like seeing God
I see through all your transparency
Oversee your façade
Dog, I raise your card like the
Paintings of them hounds playing poker
I'm Cesar Millan in the
Background taking notes
The potent, smoke up, hoes on my scrotum
Now the idle niggas always
Higher on the totem
I go son, haters like hoes
They just wanna blow us
With them calico bullet holes in my
My team, supreme, stay clean, lyrical dreams
Zombie regime
We be that, we at where the weed and LSD at
On since I was born, no such thing as relapse
Yo i got a vision Imma die before 40
At 20 20 my vision is blurred
Trying to be the GOAT, without the curry
These current rappers is worried
They nervous, they want me hurried
Hauled away, dead and buried
Like Bernie, I keep the MAC
The present I'm not receiving
The future just fades to black
No racing against the past
No sheep in my wolf pack
I'm proud to be Latino homie, that's a fact
Line for line, no lies
My nigga that's action rap
Fuck a swag, fuck a fashion
I been there straight out the womb
Kill for bills
Even brides say RIP to the groom
Choke a broom, street sweep you
Right across the room
My eses calling me loco
My white boys calling my loom doom
Motherfucker boom boom boom
Motherfucker motherfucker my favorite word
When I started I was serious
Picture me now, I move mountains
I keep it quiet, imagine making a sound
Big blunt nigga big skunk nigga
Wax that, dab that, puff puff nigga
Fuck that, gotta shooter and we pop back
Fix that, you're done though
Supreme Allah, I be praying to the stars
Trying to see better days
But my vision be impaired
Look at the long hair woo, I'm Rick Flair
Back on the block, cut me a dutch
Rolled up or what? Knot in my pants
Flee as the Devil don't know what to tell you
Jealous guys rappers should all die
Talking shit about us like fucking suicide
Already been shot, what
You trying to fucking die?
Living for the now winning in the future
Electric Kool-Ade nigga, we the movement
Flatbush, baby niggas really do this
Run up in your crib like
"Nigga we done moved in!"
And I done sold everything, LSD, good weed
Back when still I played for 5000 E's
Getting in for the low spanking another ho
Living life, new day, different state
Another show
Surpassing all these niggas that live
On your TV screen
We writing all the rules and I
Swear it's like a dream
From the hollows of the Earth
Call me Juice man
Top Gods, dead or alive, it's no game