Slap

Got the rap bended down to the science, don't know cap (woo)

Hall of fame and we're just analyzin' my old stats (ah)

Glidin' on those tracks (ah), my catalog in it's entirety all slap

And my impact is like that of a ball bat

Swing from Aaron Judge, bring Canary studs (talk to 'em)

Yeah, Mercedes concept, where you get that from?

You talkin' online and I ain't worried 'bout that bum (come on, man)

I was bullshittin', then I three-peat back to back, uh

Machine brought that feel back, how they ain't gon' jack, son? (Woo)

I'm 'bout to go on my Kobe and Shaq run (ah)

Punch a nigga in the chest and get a collapse month

Doat street , May block, you know where I'm at, uh (alright)

(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

(Let me talk to 'em, ook) one

Made a solemn oath to never stop gettin'

Decades later, steady 'bout business

It's been a while since I ain't have a pot to piss in

Tried to give 'em game, but they steady not listenin'

Some of y'all got that Fetty Wap vision

My third eye improve my every cognition

Move like the feds and hit every spot different

Ha, when me and Buss' hit the block, listen

Let me try to spit it to you logically

You got Kevin's heart but no state property

I claim whatever in this here monopoly

Park Place, Boardwalk, them Greens, I got the three

Stop playin', y'all, I got a thirst in me

But I left a spot at the table, it's common courtesy

The urgency for currency certainly workin' me, purposely

Even inadvertently, turnin' me into Hercules

No laggin' and that's the depth of it

If y'all don't know the roots to this

Then let Questlove it

Instead of y'all livin' on a set budget

Make sure that bag secure, next subject

I ain't at the ATM to check luggage

My bags carry on, it'll come to you later

'Cause I'm a real earner, boy

And you don't wanna turn the boy into a Nat Turner boy

You 'bout to be a learner, boy

Enjoy yourself until I pop smoke and burn a boy

In the story, no one goes after me

I anchor tracks so you hear last from me

Don't ask me to pass the mic, that's blasphemy

Fuck I look like to y'all? Dj Cassidy

A Big Daddy

My man, my mellow

Let's count this bread because you been the type of fellows