The Great

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, I'm finally on my one-two, you fake artists is untrue Now watch how the son do Without me, who would you run to To hold the best kept secret, like walking in a club sneaking a gun through Welcome to the album and how come The style from the child attack the crowd like a falcon Well, the gift just in me, like a fifth of Henny Cross the Pacific, lifted, spending different pennies From foreign currency, and just then it occurred to me That I'd turned a G, in every sense of what the word could be See I came up, where niggas aim pumps And you can frame stomped, if you a lame chomp It's ashamed, that many didn't make if from the pissy mattress And shitty blanket, when I left the city vacant I, got the right to grip the balls in my nut sack Front, back, no matter what track, I'm spitting cut crack [Verse 2] El is, invincible, a minstrel show is not sensible When I insist to flow, in suspense and let a sentence go This is mental heat, on a sheet written From a seat, sitting, in a presidential suite Off of gam weed, light it up to make my hand bleed Poetry, that hopefully breathes what a fan needs Now I'm considered this great, niggas'll hate Cause I move to a bigger estate, crib with a gate Stay dipped, with a pay day grip, hit a jay tip And may flip, like a AK clip, in a getaway whip Popping off, when you see me on the shelf It's got you beating on yourself, like you trying to stop a cough Till my, soul is with Christ, I control a device With a scroll, precise as a ho, y'all rolling the dice (see) Who's ever misled, should piss red Suck a dick and kiss head from the fist, y'all was just fed