Yeah

You so cliche, you′re the nouveau riche

That come up hard as a youth and knew no peace

You hit that lick and switched to a new motif

In a whip with two low seats and new gold teeth

You say you wanna live fast, gettin' paid in cash

Puffin′ the most gas and dyin' of car crash

You never learned math in school, you cut class

So you can't count what′s in the clip, you just blast

I feel your mind spinnin′ in place and just bufferin'

And all you tryna see is someplace with less sufferin′

Or make a lot of big blue faces just hustlin'

What could I say that you would embrace? I guess nothin′

This isn't in attempts to reach you and your hitters

The last thing you do is bullshit a bullshitter

The streets is a bitch, you up in the club with her

You should cease and desist, but you too in love with her, yeah

We′re pass the baton like a drum major at Howard

We transfer the power for salt water and flower

My pen packs a dawah, Akira Kurosawa

My ideas is gunpower, secure the tower

That overlooks a graveyard full of cancelled niggas

Who paid ransoms when they made handsome figures

Guilt and bad business'll make a man religious

I'm the difference of where Sanford and Sanford Biggers

Save the revelry if you tryna lower level me

I be over seventy, flippin′ the script regularly

Know the L holder ′bout to be you instead of me

Why? 'Cause you a d**khead, I′m a Dick Gregory

Sendin' every opponent disciplinary notice

Ulterior motives begin, pure as a lotus

Even if uncertain, I bet you I never showed it

If you checkin′ for me to choke, I suggest you adjust your focus (yeah)

Look, they heard me rhymin', they wanna know where they find me at

The grimy cat from the main street trenches, insomniac

Three in the mornin′, lurkin' in that Pontiac

Where I'm from, you gotta take your pole even when you go to the laundromat (keep it on you)

Niggas tried to line me, but I had time to react

We spin the same day, and the day after, we slidin′ back (uh-huh)

Empty the mop in broad day and leave somebody whacked

He tried to run, three or four shots hit him inside his back (brrt)

And that go for anybody that rap

That Buffalo n***a that catch the bodies back (ha)

Hold up, rewind me back (yeah)

They heard me rhymin′, they wanna know where they find me at

The grimy cat from the Main Street trenches, insomniac

Three in the mornin', catch me inside the trap

Knockin′ off a ninety pack right by the door where the MAK-90 at (uh-huh)

After the deal, the label still wanna sign me back

The contract worth a few mill', but I ain′t signin' that (hahahaha)

Yeah, n***a