4) Applause (feat. Michael Aristotle)

You niggas might be aight but

I'm more goody

This hip hop shit is a sport to me

I'm Bill Bennet checkin' a porch hoodie

Pass me the torch, I'm a contortionist

The way I manoeuvred into this game

They ain't even opened the door fully

Niggas tough talking, I scorched bullies

Literally, fuck a metaphor

A blind man can see that

My team is ahead of yours

So I ain't gotta check the score

That nigga grip like two

Crates at the record store

I'm either Heath Ledger or Brandon Lee

See I can catch a bullet randomly

Or OD on medication and never

Become the legend I plan to be

It's a very thin line between

Genius and insanity

I walk the tight rope

Shall I fall? I hope to end it

All on the right note

For this shit that I write bro

I get a check and I don't

Mean spell checking for typos

This ain't a essay

I paid the cost to be the Hefe

More work and less play

And now a nigga polished

Funny since they kicked

Me outta college

I been kicking knowledge

Far from consciousness

Nigga with a guilty conscience

Part of my mental was

Built on nonsense

So I be with the fuck shit

That's why at every function

While all you niggas jumping

I'm in this bitch with my

Back against the wall

And a strap in my draws

For niggas yapping they jaws

Shorty grabbed me by my

Hand and said I never dance

Then asked if I'm nervous

I just don't want this shit

To fall and pop myself

Like a plasticle burress

Your flow compared to mine

Is like match to a furnace

So I pay more in taxes than

What you actually earning

Factual learning

I'm the captain of this ship

'Fore I ride a nigga wave,

I'll capsize this bitch

And yo ass might get drenched