Saturday mornin... yo
(It ain't even Saturday)

First off, I am independent
I ain't gotta wait up on another nigga to be winnin
Either playing in the field, or just number seven kneelin (No cap)
Bout to spit some fuckin rounds in a minute
I be gone in the war, It be all I be livin'
Cause I gotta be involved, seen it all in the beginning
Was a knuckleheaded nigga (Gotdamn)
Throwing stones in the river
Now my stones is just all I deliver
Cause while y'all in the mall
I be puttin tape on the wall, just to see the bars I record
And I spit it till I never make a flaw
When I say that I'm the greatest, then I'm only goin' hard
Either gon MIA, or just wound up at large
I just know I'm on the run, I'm Casino wit the cards
Mr. Carter with the laws, Lil Carter wit the broads
So I'm either gon be faithful or I'm fuckin all em raw
But

I digress, it ain't a flex, it's just a work of art
Niggas be stressing, cause they reppin ain't no workin hard
I been appointed in my office while y'all runnin for it
Ándele, run, Forrest, ándele, run, Forrest

I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a ginsu
I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a pencil
I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a fistful
Gotta pistol under my mental, so I ask you, "What is yo issue?"

I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a ginsu
I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a pencil
I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a fistful
Gotta pistol under my mental, so I ask you, "What is yo issue?"

(Yuh) cause we gone cross it out, tic-tac-toe
Treat it like I do wit a big fat hoe
On the "fuck list" but that's big cap doe
(Get it how ya get it, hit that bro)

Enough of the bullshit, welcome to the pulpit
Of Hell's Kitchen where we pray on the flock, eat and sell chicken
The beef get ground if police ain't around and
Pullin real pork pique Uncle Sam's interest, so I just
Sit and mind my business with no windows right in front of microphones (Phones)
Expose a little "JUICE." not much, comma, too cause
I don't need no fuckin' clones (Whoa)
Technically I don't need a technician to do his little tech-y thing
It would be a treasured thing but I take a pleasure in
Blessing the youth and G-A-N-G (GANG!) cause we gone be the same, but aye

I digress, it ain't a flex, it's just a work of art
Niggas be stressing, cause they reppin ain't no workin hard
I been appointed in my office while y'all runnin for it
Ándele, run, Forrest, ándele run Forrest

I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a ginsu
I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a pencil
I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a fistful,
Gotta pistol under my mental, so I ask you, "What is yo issue?"

(Yuh) Not a misogynist, but if I got ya bitch then I'm sing about it
Tell the team about her, so a pick and roll for the give and go, all power moves
Sour dudes got confused, when I woke up at woke o'clock and broke the rules
Chose to choose instead of lettin deez muthafuckin devils tell me
What a nigga 'posed to do

(Ahem) She could lick my John, not with her spoon R.I.P. to pops
Had to think about it
So to pay my dues, had to bang and move,
Had to bang and move, while y'all dream about it

Man, look at you, I know we been livin kinda broke
But you can still pay attention gotdammit,
No more rookie moves, come out ballin harder
Harder than the starters, plus I think it come with a check, but

I digress, it ain't a flex, it's just a work of art
Niggas be stressing, cause they rep and ain't no workin hard
I been appointed in my office while y'all runnin for it
Ándele, run, Forrest, ándele run Forrest

I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a ginsu
I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a pencil
I can put it on, I can put it on, I can put it on with a fistful
Gotta pistol under my mental, so I ask you, "What is yo issue?"