What's The Mystery?

Oh huh
Duce
Let's get it
Huh, huh

What's the mystery?
Niggas want the beef
So I gotta make em history
I'm dripping like a faucet
But the bars as hard as hickory
Turn it up a little
Make sure these niggas is getting me
You call him a composer
I'm orchestrating the symphony

See we was in that mystery van
I was baking backwoods
While I'm supplying the grams
Jb Slaughta he writing with that
Fire to the pen
We here for a higher purpose
Amongst the mortal men
I be cut throat Al Capone
Snatch another soul
Out ya chest all that's left
Really be the skin and bone
Getting grown
So it's really fuck stuntin'
With the Rollie on
I'm just tryna body any beat
That They throw me on

It's messiah
With the heart of a lion
When I'm rhyming
I just turn into that infamous titan
I be serving like a waiter
While I'm ducking all the sirens
But the bars is getting colder
Then the Minnesota Vikings

Don't try it
Bitch we on another level
Diversify the beats from
Bangers to heavy metal
It's fire when I speak
It's really no incidentals
If they really want the heat
Just send me the instrumental
I been in the trenches
Second guessing my decisions
Should I do it for the money?
Should I do it for the vision?
See you do it for the clout
While you chasing all these bitches
And I really put In work
I never needed that kitten

So What's the mystery?
Niggas want the beef
So I gotta make em history
I'm dripping like a faucet
But the bars as hard as hickory
Turn it up a little
Make sure these niggas is getting me
You call him a composer
I'm orchestrating the sy-sy-symphony

So tell me what's the mystery
I'm dripping like a faucet
But the bars as hard as hickory
Turn it up a little
Make sure these niggas is getting me
Call him a composer
I'm orchestrating the symphony

I got the, sickest writtens
I'm shifting and sitting sideways
Superstition these bitches
Should go and hit the highway
Like it's the supervillain
I could kill these niggas all day
But it's the last level
My niggas steady playing
Long game

Down the hallways
They plottin' on the squadron
They say we steady mobbin
But always checkin pockets
Stop it, be the green goblin
But bitch I really don't give a damn
Go and spit the venom
Since niggas thinkin they Spider-Man
Look! Network only time I be web slinging
To increase my net worth
Never know what this web bringing
Boy I make that check work
Then I'm flipping what I seeing
See it's Duce the expert
I'm just a different type of being
Seeing suckers on the other side
My Villains always down to ride
Invest a couple checks
So my portfolio diversified

Manifest my dreams so
My niggas is always getting by
Open a dispensary
My niggas always getting high
Off the record
My record is never settled
Catch me boxing with myself
See no one else
Can occupy the mental
Besides the money calling
By that I mean the pen or the pencil
Young rebel
Catch me shitting
All over these instrumentals

And since a youngin'
I been putting that work in
Had my head on a swivel
Up in that dirty suburban
I murder beats when we lurkin
They see my team as a hurdle
I see the green and I'm murkin
And that mean any understudy
Want a piece of thee asserter
I'm really the aggressor
If Niggas they get to testin
Might cop me the smith and Wesson
But if bars the only weapon
I still kill 'em in a second
Flow colder than froze appendage
Duce spittin' like lethal weapon stupid

Cuz in the booth I'm young Sup'
So where my cape at?
A gorilla in the coupe
So I can show em where the bape at
Wait you the greatest?
So I gotta make em history
Think we found the culprit
Duce G what's the mystery