Pardon My Back (Intro)
[Verse I]
Pardon my back
Bunch of pretty faces all in my lap
The people have asked for the hardest he back
When Que in the building it’s hard to adapt
Riddle me that
I’ll give you the business with words I’ma chemist
With verbal and sentence I wrote it it’s written
You take what I wrote and you quote it to bitches
I’m goated I’m driven I drive with precision
Ain’t stopping for gas cause we on a mission
Stop claiming you rap that’s not what it’s given
You nervous and shiver yo body is timid
I’m illy a milli in hospital visits
… Medicine will not conquered this illnеss
How he still making moves in his stillness
I just gеt on a beat and I kill shit
From Midwest not chiraq but I drill shit
And they hate it ain’t shit they can do with me
I been dropping project like it’s two of me
The game full of bullshit and buffoonery
I am ocean deep and you a pool to me
I am building my status to living legend
We gone put in the work bitch it’s Armageddon
Like I’m signed to Jay-Z how I roc a fella
Any track you get beat let’s go accapella
You got way too much hate and I pray for you
You ain’t P boy you pay hoes to lay with you
I might take yo chick out on a date a or two
Send er home in my shirt and bathing suit
You should bow to your knees cause I’m great to you
But I’m humble enough hand shake witchu
Grind and hustle cause no one is saving you
Honestly i ain’t shit else to say to you
Admire his aura when he in the flesh
I hear and I see and I’m breathing the best
I’m strong wit my right but I lead with my left
The reincarnated Ali in the flesh
You know it’s a wrap when I’m banging my fist
A tank but I swim with the biggest of fish
If you want the savage put me on the list
The lyrical rapper with endless of hits
At the flick of switch and I’m going off
… rap shit is too easy I’m showing off
Wanna talk to the boss follow protocol
You can’t move without me bitch I motor y’all
And I molded y’all ripped up then I folded y’all
Turn that boy to a bowling ball
Caught strike like a bowling pin got the coldest pen when I write I’m suppose to win
Too nice I can’t hold in, money strolling in til
Shit won’t fold again
Get poked by a old syringe, from the dopest man
Swear the flow so potent man
I’m stedman holding Oprah hands, gotta Billionaire we uh never go broke again
Pardon me I’m just hoping praying
That chick slaying gotta bring her own tokens in!