Letras
It's too real, too real, too raw
J-E, I'm the truth, never needed a co-sign
Underrated, but I'm overqualified with the dope lines
City on my shoulders, I'm carrying both sides
Verses like a chop shop, tearing up road signs
Pimping in my posture, hustling in my bloodline
Every beat that I touch, it's a certified goldmine
They can't match my hunger, can't match my punchline
The storm in the summer, the thunder and sunshine
They shiver in awe, triple double stats
I'm breaking the law, knock out punchlines
They stagger and fall
Give me my credit, I'm setting the bar
Eat up these rappers, I'm hungry for more
Flow so relentless, they calling it war
King of the city, I'm claiming it, y'all
I'm the one they mimic, but never can match
Every syllable's a missile, got a lyrical batch
Stacking up the metaphors, I'm never relaxed
Houston in my veins, I'm embedded with facts
They talking on my name, but they never react
When I step up in the booth, it's a surgical act
They're respecting the air, but I'm flipping it back
Turn a hater to a fan with a flick of a track
I'm the architect, building syllable sets
Context with the context, I'm killing the rest
They flex on the brand, but they timid in text
I flex with the pen, leave them riddled with stress
Paul Wall with the grill, but my style's finesse
King Von with the story, I'm reliving the depths
They ain't copy my flows, but they missing the steps
I'm the chef in the kitchen, they missing the chef
J.E, I'm the truth, never needed a cosign
Underrated, but I'm overqualified with the dope lines
City on my shoulders, I'm carrying both sides
Verses like a chop shop, tearing up road signs
Pimping in my posture, hustling in my bloodline
Every beat I touch, it's a certified goldmine
They can't match my hunger, can't match my punchline
The storm in the summer, the thunder and sunshine
I'm a syllable assassin, I'm stacking the flows