I’m coming down with the sickness
When I cough or spit it’s hot, put on your wish list
You could never get this
Track after track, steady working on my hit list
Then I
Give it to the man saLo
Rico, we about to take the genie out the bottle
Gifted verses like a young Aristotle
Dropping bombs,Galileo
Pushing down the throttle
Pen to the pad, foot on ya neck
What you expect
He got the tongue of God
On his name, put some respect
We comin' for their heads
Got the talent, look who’s next
Soon to be around the world
With no labels cuttin' checks
Lookin' down from the apex
Predators, we ready yuh
To keep the game alive
And help make lyricism regular
But don’t shoot the messenger
This message is not secular
Know that when this thing pop off
We going nebular
Came in the game
With a chip on his shoulder
He's quick go to toe with you
Only know cause witnesses told you
They witnessed a murder in 97 clip in the weapon
A 16 left him in the dirt it's ah something
I never heard it
It wasn't worth it
He wanted war with the word Smith and Wesson
The biggest lesson he learned it
Practice you far from perfect
I think I heard that his methods madden you
Make you nervous
I think I think that he made him question his own purpose
And worth as an artist the furthest aim from the target
The furthest thing from a margin
He marchin' closer to ghost ya supposed to just heat up
He see motion he heat up
Just to toast ya
I told him don't get no closer I warned him
I told him not to get bold
Told him stick to his hits and leave the lyrics to Lo
Told em top of the totem flow, wasabi hot
No problem you prolly want
Know bout him its obvious
No saLo no ambiance
There’s only one way in
There’s only one way out
When you think you bout the game
But you runnin' out of clout
When you put the time in
Then you know what we about
Then you know what we about
