Juilliard

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Look, I can't hear you with my hands on your neck Tell your boss I demand my respect Who ready to play? If they don't catch his drift, he catchin' a case X-man, I'm just keepin' a legend in place As you see, I got a different approach Grew up playin' hardball like the Michigan coach The almighty, it was murder and scripture he wrote You are witnessin' the infinite— Got your hands by your head as I— Talk my shit, sauce I drip Gotta think like Ace, ball like Mitch They been on my line, get off my dick At the graveyard, 'bout to pull an all night shift You niggas never had a shot with the king I am not to be seen, the puppetmaster, you caught in the strings I can tell you why you ain't who you think you are Humble yourself 'fore you reach too far, nigga [Chorus] I got 'em, got me back on my shit In my bag full of tricks that I had from the rip I think I got 'em trapped in my grip It was SpaceGhost, they ain't know he had it like this I'm either paintin' pictures of the boulevard Or addressin' niggas with these bully bars They puttin' on an act like they went to Juilliard (Word) It's time to expose 'em for who they truly are [Verse 2] And I still ain't found a reason I should hear 'em out We never see you movin' like Siri mouth Observin' everything around me in this mirror house I know these niggas poppin' shit they wasn't clearly 'bout We ain't trippin', it's the ripple effect This is the test, figured I should hit you direct Let you know, you need to cut it in a minute or less I had a team on your head like a Michelin net They waitin'— Sincerely SBK in every way, keep calm, to X we pray Hands together for the master, I imagine you shook They can tell I got the answers like the back of the book (Facts) It's hard not to burn a bridge unless it's after the hook But when it's time to cut ties, I got matches and wood Who want it? This ain't what you had in mind I get you choked with the hands of time, nigga [Chorus] I got 'em, got me back on my shit In my bag full of tricks that I had from the rip I think I got 'em trapped in my grip It was SpaceGhost, they ain't know he had it like this I'm either paintin' pictures of the boulevard Or addressin' niggas with these bully bars They puttin' on an act like they went to Juilliard (Word) It's time to expose 'em for who they truly are [Verse 3] Third verse is gettin' worse for you niggas Versatile, I got the gift and a curse for you niggas What is life? I mean really, what's it worth to you niggas? Come up off the internet and I get personal witcha It ain't a secret, this my league, Brady back I be up thirty-five on niggas and can't relax This is why you shouldn't let kids listen to gangster rap Mister X-man, 21K, me, the maniac Always knew I had it from the jump Tryna play the villain role, that ain't what you want Careful what you wish for, karma never sleeps I'm in Hell's kitchen, it's a party every week You invited I'll be sure you meet your demise Deep in your eyes, we can see it's eatin' your pride Tryna understand how you can give it all to Christ Then take a swing at the jaws of life, nigga [Chorus] I got 'em, got me back on my shit In my bag full of tricks that I had from the rip I think I got 'em trapped in my grip It was SpaceGhost, they ain't know he had it like this I'm either paintin' pictures of the boulevard Or addressin' niggas with these bully bars They puttin' on an act like they went to Juilliard (Word) It's time to expose 'em for who they truly are