A Walking Paradox

How you claimin' you gon' pop shit
Jet on the ground you ain't fly as my cockpit
Bullshit
Y'all need to stop it
I'm Michael Jordan
You barely Joe Johnson
Magic, so sick of you niggas
I send out a hit & still ride with the killer
No day alive I have ever been bitter
I'm cold in July
Youngin' hot in December
A walking paradox
No I can't share a knot
If you ain't been on the squad
She said I act like I don't care
Think you're mistaken this ain't a facade
Bitch I'm the hottest
You claim you can see me
I guarantee it's a mirage
Leave you deserted
Tell me how defeat taste
Slimed that boy out
He thought he won a sweepstakes
You double crossed me
I ain't one to peace make
Nigga oh well
See you in Hell
These niggas blind to fact
I still wind that shit back like Odell
You better read it in braille
They wanna see me in jail
That ain't my habitat
Can't see the good in me?
Must be the cataracts
Sneak disses
Don't you know that's just a bad attack?
Air yo ass out from the back of a Cadillac
Rather go blind than to hang in your company
Only me
That's like three
I never lie to these hoes & they come to me
Don't run game
Just do me
You talk on pillows slobbing on her sheets
And it's spelling out everything for me to see
She can't hold water but you got her mouth full
Get you pushed up on
Talk about my pull
Well connected in
And respected in
And impressive in
All environments
No retirements
I'm forever in
I'm collecting M's
Till I die in this
You know the Jag with whatever
We change up the weather
You like it or not?
Nevertheless it ain't some you'll stop
Better than ever
I pop till I drop
My dough nuts feel like J Dilla
Back from the dead Michael Jackson "Thriller"
Came back for some head
Man I ain't gon hit her
Had to X Malcolm out
Cause his ass in the middle
Been telling everyone
They need to pick a side
Bitch hit my brotha now she tryna get a ride
Real niggas dying it feel like a genocide
They stealing swag now the Jag gotta improvise
Nigga down bad
But he went andtalked bad on me to a hoe
No brother I cannot sympathize
Spend all that money on coke
And the flows I just wrote
Told lil homie that he gotta pick a line
I'm from the Nine
Went to Albany High
Sister go to Da Roe
Call it Sprite color lemon-lime
Invisible like a ghost
Niggas ridicule me
But this PLMG shit really divine
Told her daddy ain't got no time for tricks
Like it's slip n' slide
Hold back her legs
Yea she like how I grip her thighs
Shoutout my baby yessir she a gemini
Plus I'm the outcast now we Aquemini
You & I
Do or die
If you try
Lay you down & I'm sending you to the sky
Box you in
Lock you in
Tell your friends
But they moving shifty
They won't clock you in
They can't stand my reign
Gottem' feelin' like Missy
Elliot
I run it back to the 50
Scent on me clean
Double C back to back just like Drizzy

Different heat
Can't no nigga pity me
Giving nobody energy
When I see a mirror see the enemy
I won't diss a peer in the industry
But I'll disappear in the industry
Imma switch the gear til' the engine scream
Foot on the gas till the end of me
Bitch I'm visibly
Back on my bullshit
887
Take niggas to heaven
I empty a full clip
Pop Gang nigga
A Maverick walked in the establishment
Armed
Loaded & ready to pull this
This is the dawn of a new day
This ain't no 2K
Come down to my career
Fuck how you play
Tricks & gimmicks ain't doing it nigga
Shit on ya image & now it is clearer
How could I fear someone bleeding like me?
Seven days straight on yo ass, niggas weak
Running & hiding but still imma seek
Stomping you out now you feeling defeat
Feeling relieved when I took a step back
I let you make all your plays in advance
No I'm not asking you give me a chance
I'm taking that shit
You gon' know who I am