All I see is blurbs, all I see is words

Nerds talkin′ 'bout what they did, see or heard

And all I see is clones, see you motherfuckersWith mixtape plans, because they seein′ how we movin'

And all they say is this, but they ain't sayin′ shit

They talk reckless when I do not work for them

They say, "Come harder, come smarter," which one it is?

Which one you wanna hear? Since you such a music wiz

First thing I learned when I was comin′ up in age

When they stumble in your space, is to punch 'em in the face

The second thing I learned, I was in thе second grade

Slidin′ onto second basе, I can orchestrate this game

The third I heard was, if it quacks, it's a duck

The fourth, of course, just be upfront what you want

The fifth was this, keep somethin′ crisp on your wrist

Now we on album six, the top team on your list

Probably grab another hun' though

Industry cutthroat, watch how I construct though, uh

Concrete jungle

If rappers were presidents, I would get Trump′s vote, uh

Truly, I'm just stayin' humble

But I can take it back to Nasty if I want to

Some young dumb crazy motherfucker from the hood

What time is it, Hit?

It′s your time, bro

Yeah, you know what?

Yeah, that and this and that

You know, yeah, yeah

Don′t be scared to execute the vision, lock in

Get back to the art, not the trends, tsk

I mainly invented raps by bangin' on table tops

And takin′ on any competition

Listen, they put hammers to your ribs, but I'm too legit to quit

They like Bishop with the blick, they exposin′ who a bitch

And I'm like Furious when he took his son to fish

Droppin′ knowledge on the kids, droptop when we slid

Step on lawns, trip on, Dior slide, grip on the handrails

Crib on some acres

Pull off the tails off shrimps, some beyond blond

Sip on some fine wine, we just some shakers

So, when Planet Rock came out the Bronx, I was watchin' boomboxes

T La Rock never made it rich?

And when I witnessed that the benefits of livin' good from makin′ hits

I make bread off what I invent

Probably grab another hun′ though

Industry cutthroat, watch how I construct though, uh

Concrete jungle

If rappers were presidents, I would get Trump's vote, uh

Truly, I′m just stayin' humble

But I can take it back to Nasty if I want to

Some young dumb crazy motherfucker from the hood