Please leave, I don′t wanna squeeze

Walk on rappers backs like a bunch of dead leaves

From coast to coast on mic we roast youAt the round table breaking bread have a toast

Please leave, I don't wanna squeeze

Walk on rappers backs like a bunch of dead leaves

From coast to coast on mic we roast you

At the round table breaking bread have a toast

Musical merchants stick rappers like sea urchin

I turn on the news and take a gander at the circus

Are you a puppet or a puppeteer? together like the musketeers

It′s a miracle if black millennials get up in years

Rocks shows out and then slide like some penny loafs

Some city folk, catch a bird if the city slow

Side smirk, cynical, sarcastic from the getty go

Cough in my face you'll get stuck, shit is critical

My squad get their roll on, on track like a pole vault

I see things in black and white like watching Humphrey Bogart

Professor Dinglegong, no shape form to sing a song

A year later 50 thousand more to sing along

You up next, that's when the homey come to ring the gong

It′s King Solomon with a key to bring a following

They passing pumpkinheads without sleepy hollow and

Mellstrum Ichabod the test of time like Eldorado′s and...

Pull up, new exclusive luxury whip

Custom equipped, sat back and watched the blueprint

All Conclusive, kosher before jewish

Aggressive but still the coolest

My veins hurt when I write

Hear the pain when I recite

They go psycho, show up to the job like a co-worker

I need a cold beer, life trying to counter punch me

And my pocket got enough to buy the whole counter

Clock got 28 on it

We ball hard and come back with big trophies

Had cases, had to get attorneys,

Now I got champagne cases, the tables turning

While you at home just decorating

We innovating interventions for invasions

Instagram the whole population

My federation conquer everything, ain't no hesitation

Zig, Zag, Zig, Godbody slap pigs

While you niggas suck dick, pop pills & dance jigs

Check my Tik Tok. Dog, it ain′t a app, it's a wristwatch

Living no stress, rolling bless from a zip lock

Pit stop, on your bitch block. "Take that shit off!"

She sit twat on my prick, rock. Then she get off

I′m bicoastal, you just bi & boastful

Taking all them drugs, got you high & emotional

Talking bout you drilling, how you selling weight & who you killing

You look like a clown, get out your feelings

Close your trap, Bobby Womack, compose a sentence

If you think you lonely now then, wait till I get finished

Be the 1st nigga snitching, if the clique get on a mission

Thought you was a menace, then you turned into a witness

Locked behind them fences, with them killas & gorillas

If they catch you in that prison, they gone strip you out your britches

Muhfucka...

Please leave, I don't wanna squeeze

Walk on rappers backs like a bunch of dead leaves

From coast to coast on mic we roast you

At the round table breaking bread have a toast

Please leave, I don′t wanna squeeze

Walk on rappers backs like a bunch of dead leaves

From coast to coast on mic we roast you

At the round table breaking bread have a toast