Phenomenal, how I'm watching them topple like dominos
My drive let me cruise through missions that seem impossible
You outta luck, you fucked like letting a hostage go
Spitting sicker shit that make niggas get to a hospital
I'm talking that, earl and watch them hold their abdominal
Knocking them off their high horse, niggas yelling Geronimo
And be the ones that tell them they gotta go
Niggas start sweating, they hear me spitting that sauna flow
Ayo, wait a minute, Optiks, you did tell
These motherfuckers I do this, right?
Look, I peeped you, type of nigga to ask for a re-do
I school y'all, this one class you won't sleep through
'Cause right here's your nightmare, you quite scared
Waking up with white hairs to the point
That they don't want to recite theirs
Flyer than Nike Airs, you don't exist to me like Mike here
We act a fool, niggas' jewels shining like Times Square
Y'all don't want it, give it back, you shouldn't have left it
My flow is made to embarrass and make you niggas feel naked
Told them y'all will respect it, told them that y'all will feel it
Told them that I would kill it, real shit when they ain't expect it
Smell me? Well, if not, then allow me to uncongest you
Real recognize real, I feel like I never met you
Well, I'ma ex you and the nigga you standing next to
My sixteens bring amnesia, make them forget you
The bigger issue, I kill shit, so get the tissue
The boy flow is crazy, I think I just went mental
I handle my business, by now, y'all know what it is
Go tell your girl, go tell your friend, go tell a relative
As I continue, old heads get sentimental
'Cause all they want is the real and
They see ain't none of that in you
What I'ma give you is everything that they pretend to
I'm still hungry, eating everything on the menu
And y'all was greedy, niggas was needy and so here you find me
Still grinding, illest rhymes with impeccable timing
Bedrock, 'til I'm dead, stop all of the conversations
I make hits, the derails watching my combinations
John King, Don King of this rap shit
In high school, I fucked prom queens, I had to have it
Twenty-four seven like Walgreens, could you imagine?
Niggas is balling out in LA, feeling like Magic
And this ain't rapping, this is passion put to a tempo
You ain't get the memo? To be the best is what I'm here for
Goddamn, feeling like my flows is sinful
Forgive me, I'm never gassed up, my tank on empty
Niggas is full of it and I'ma show y'all the difference
Between being the shit and being full of shit
Rewind the track, take notes on the verse
Reflect for a sec on everything you just heard
And when every line start to hurt to your core
You will realize that this was more than just words, motherfucker
Damn, Optiks, one more time, huh?
Uh-huh, we gon' go out like that
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