You know what we bout hea
Round hea (Round hea) is bout getting them stacks, respected in rap
Get wrecked at the tap light the woods, neck in the back
We numba 1 it sound clear (sound clear) thas what we bout hea

Take a deep breath
Trust me dunny you don't wana see death
Spit a line u dead before u hit the ground its only me left
Reject ya attack bring it back to ya weak set
Slaughter ya team leave they plan of action twisted like a g clef
Ive been spittin undisciplined since every recess
You a faggot jus tryna get attention like ryan seacrest!!!

Beantown king it's the city that breeds the best
Thas why ya girls squattin catchin these balls like Jason V Tek
I side wit the almighties of rhyme, divine skies inspire these lines
put u in a hole like u in deep debt
Neva seen checks, I keep it real u a bitch cuz
In the rap game I wear the crown jus like my script does
Villains ready for war, we ready to spark
From winter hill and every corner bak to Lexington park
Still dreamin of a mansion and a luxury car
That don't mean I gotta write about it every bar
I wished on every star, cuz the game, could teach me a lot
I mean it, yo, the game could really teach me a lot
Still Last year, I was betta than 97 percent of em out there
Now they say its 98 flat, wack, thas roundin down mack
I aint the average joe
Packin blow
Actin bold
But will leave ya raps sold and smoked like a sack a dro
Las year, betta than 97 percent of em out there
This year im closing in on my prime, I cant be outweared
Cuz they don't wanna fuck wit my level, I got they mouth scared
My clik don't fuck around kid, go spit at the clown fair

You know what we bout hea
Round hea (Round hea) is bout getting them stacks, respected in rap
Get wrecked at the tap light the woods, neck in the back
We numba 1 it sound clear (sound clear) thas what we bout hea

Drivin straight through forks in the road like renegades do
And all this adversity tryna hurt me im gon make it through
Clowns callin me sayen im pussy and actin crazy fools
But yo I gota lot to learn in the world gota pay my dues
Supraliminal and rap go together like Ray wit blues
And my heart aint bout to sell my soul homie im stayin true
That don't mean tha fists don't work I don't jus write bars
Leave ya outfit red like you a dcr lifeguard
Still fight fa tha cause, jus tryin to rock it
the colony tryna get some light like the bud in ya closet
Major troop and supra yea we jus lost it
An If u don't kno where im from hear me speak and then youll kno im from boston
Im atta status that has neva ben touched, never recorded or listed
Not a single man ever knew it existed
Thas why u little bitches neva cud fuck wit
and trust me it's a brave new world in new york
But the Yankees still suck dick
Destiny wanted me sober, straight on track
Supra aint slippin, chillen puffen jus laid on back
I Never matched never cared never into all the starter gear
Kept to myself always silent in the barber chair
Jus got my hood up, enemy adjacent
sayen shit like I ain't live wit tha rats in tha basement
You about to feel tha wrath of this paper
Cuz when the only cats thas iller the ones u ridin wit
you kno you tha greatest
Attack in numbers leave tha enemy faceless, tha type a shit we in
And when they ask who did it (ssshh) tell em Nobody like Odysseus
Get at ya rappin in sin animalistic writtens
Drink tha blood from tha dead like tha scythians did
My blood is lithium kid
Keep ripen em, that fake makeshift music
Get your favorite bracelet from Jacob music
Back ta reality ill rape you stupid
My rhymes enters ya ears with such a force it leaves ya face wit bruises JEA

You know what we bout hea
Round hea (Round hea) is bout getting them stacks, respected in rap
Get wrecked at the tap light the woods, neck in the back
We numba 1 it sound clear (sound clear) thas what we bout hea