Iverson 01

Hannah Patrick co-produced this

Never was a loc, never been a Piru
When you're both broke, only ten to find you
We're fighting the same fight, that's what's akin to Ryu

Head high, yeah, I'm walking like I'm 9-2
Another classic you can vibe to

Patrick on the fine tune
Hell of a run ever since I begun
I've been sin on one, who the fuck are you? Ta Lu?

Splash, homie, this the backlash
Downloaded your shit, then it's right-click, trash can
You got gassed sipping Heinies with the mad jats
'Bout to see your name with a R.I.P. hashtag, fuck off

You can bet if I ever see one of your boys in my section
That shit gon' get locked off

At the top of the game and I'm still in here
Ex-wins worker tryna turn into a millionaire
I was sitting there in the backseat low
Tryna study all the ways of the G code
Fake promoters try holding on the proceeds
Play with the brother, I'll go Lucy Filipo

Stomp your head in, start comprehending
Your squad's not preventing your Armageddon
Better start repenting, I'm the God descended
My heart pumps the venom, I'm on call for ghosts
Above it all, I don't beef with you folk

I'd rather be on a boat

With a bag of the powder

'Bout to ski on the slopes

No weed smoke, just molly and blow
And you can quote, I told foes they can swallow a load
I don't hobnob with those that won't honor a code
I heard you spoke with the law and they called you a bro, you ho

I'm known for the nothing nice approach
And writing quotes that'll hit 'em like a lightning bolt
Don't be the broke brown rapper acting like you're rich
Don't be the rich white rapper acting like you're broke
I can't cope with the fraud shit
On my boss shit
Lowkey 'bout to drop the hammer, yeah, Thor shit
See me gold up at the awards
I've had too much sauce since I wore an Air Force kick

Used to cross up your uncle back in fifth form
Put down the ball, grab the mic and cause the shitstorm
I would dictate raps to the flip phone
Now the kid make tracks turn to brimstone

I'm tryna spend no time in the clink
So every time I'm in the booth, it's like I lighted a link
At the pub and I'm buying the drinks
We've been working all month, now I'm right at the brink of
Dropping my new shit while they stay useless
Blazing a few spliffs, playing for Jew blitz
Chasing a blues chick over paying for root kits
You wastemen ain't doing shit
Some lames even had number one hit records
Then decided to come sit at the chessboard

Took an L like the Night Moon
One rap and we had 'em running back to their test drawers
Me and my death squad never been the followers

I just blow call the locals and the foreigners

Sick flow, I'll explode a thermometer
And still roll like it's six O's on the odometer

Fresh as ever, this was all my plan
I only feature for those that I call my man
These other chumps really act like they winning
I see their mind state been stuck in la-la land
And damn, Sam Slice, what your whole shit's based off?

Doppelgänger flow got my pic on your face swap
I draw the Picassos you assholes trace off
Come swim with a Marco, I'll bite your face off
You're more knocked than Narcos

You and your vatos need to clean up and get off the bar soaps
I'll mulch you like beans up with all the capos
These rappers my seeds, I'm the game's Lusanto
Pure bravado since I entered the premises
Malevolent presence got them 'bout to do penance
When any contenders try and mention my name
You know you done fucked up, right? Like Cain did in Menace, uh