Trillmatic

I need some time alone Cold, my rhymes will turn your mind to stone That's the work of Satan, niggas be hating but I'm a pot of gold This ain't just me rapping, it’s real and something you gots to know Catch a mark nigga hating, get him a casket, that bastard's 'bout to go, whoa Nasty baby I'm crazy the 90's raised me I'm just as smart, probably smart as half the cats who play me Brazy, dropping miss daisy hand on my strap In my zone mind on my money like where that shit at? I'm all alone that's my only hope And be damned if I'mma chase that with some phony homes On the real, it be the ones that say we got this, that you ain't alone As long as I'm here to pull out that Glock 9 and cocked it He mad you got rich but on the low you should've watched him Cats conniving, head first into the livest object That was your man now you ‘bout to die quick over some fly shit You feel reminded of your fast life ventures and winters Blinded to the flashlight enters I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag I bought the funky, funky Nikes, got the hat to match I bought the funky, funky Nikes, got the hat to match I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag And when I kill ‘em with the flow ain't no coming back And when I kill ‘em with the flow ain't no coming back I got a poor man's panache, I be stretching the cash I'm a little passive aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm mad For the line, manic depressive, rappers stressin' me bad Got too many less than impressive rappers left in my path Better yet, we gonna leave 'em left in the past Someone slides, this time I ride, you get left in the back Who am I? I'm a titan so be expecting a clash Start to waving arms at you, you'd think I'm catching a cab No questions ‘cause the answers Look at Meth, breaking bad like he cooking meth in the lab Still a lethal weapon but try and bless him with math Rappers never learn their lesson so I ain't lettin' 'em pass I ain't lettin' 'em brag, I ain't lettin' 'em swag Fuck swag, just being blunt, while I'm plucking my ash Y'all ain't up in my class in the building It's A$AP Meth, quick to kill 'em, that's an ASAP death I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag I bought the funky, funky Nikes, got the hat to match I bought the funky, funky Nikes, got the hat to match I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag And when I kill ‘em with the flow ain't no coming back And when I kill ‘em with the flow ain't no coming back Straight out the back, dog, I'm Shaq strong, I'm breaking backboards Draped in Tommy, my bitch beside me, young god body I play the back of clubs, click a file, young as a Fools get rowdy, ain't nothing dumb, my guns from Saudi High off the Maui, don't trip your weed, rollin' a fonzi You know the fronto, send to your guapo, I'm head honcho I sport the poncho, connect Vassandro, the illest y'all know Killing 'em pronto, my funky fresh is filthy, designer But check my rhymes, though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yo Haters like side hoes, I peel off in the illest Tahoe Watch out for potholes, H leanin', that's why he drive slow Nast Diablo, the 90’s era shit in effect Clowns be watching, best protect yah necks I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag I bought the funky, funky Nikes, got the hat to match I bought the funky, funky Nikes, got the hat to match I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag And when I kill ‘em with the flow ain't no coming back And when I kill ‘em with the flow ain't no coming back