Machiavelli's Theory

I treat these verses like
I'm selling you a pack
And I've been working this whole time
So I won't tell you that I'm back
I'm the undisputed champ
Don't need a belt to tell me that
And they aiming with them sticks
They taking selfies in the trap
Boy don't tell me how to rap
Or I should switch the flow
And bitch don't tell me how to drink
I'm tryna sip it slow
Green faces all around me
Feel like Piccolo
Oh and ODR the movement
If they didn't know
L Peezy bitch
I'm hotter than your kitchen stove
Skipping class flipping bows
Youngin getting hoes
Dreams of cash for these flows
Taking trips to Rome
Fuck a bitch send her home
Walking pigeon toed
Y'all shit getting old
Was eating and now it's getting cold
Couldn't reach these heights
On a flight while you getting stoned
Wanna change your life
My advice is you listen close
This that music that you fight to
Get hype punch em in the nose
It's hard to deal with
More shit than what I can take
Smoke an eighth to the face

Tryna find my place
Rather be a real dick
Than be nice and fake
I'm tryna give you real dick
I ain't tryna date
And I ain't playing with you pussies
I ain't toying with my lunch
Used to dream bout where I'm at
Should of enjoyed when I was young
Dreams of plaques hung on my wall
Like I'm employee of the month
Turn a cat to origami on a track
I fold em up
First I kill them folks with kindness
Then the .forty in my trunk
Place an order for the runts
We at the border smoking blunts
That boy wanna be just like me swear
I thought he was my son
We gon' corner him and
Rip his legs off em if he runs
In the system I was fighting
Lawsuits when I was young
Now we shutdown the bank
Tailor made suit to get my funds
And you can't ball with us
Y'all are trash
Can't put you on a song with us
I built my own ship
And started looting like Somalia
And I don't throw the towel in
I wipe my sweat and ball it up
And throw it in your face
Bitch why you talking
You just stalling us
A million on my hard drive
And that's just in the archives
And I remember hard times
But now I think it's our time
I do this shit for hip hop
Cause I can't let the art die
Running from the jakes
I came up from the Pharcyde
But y'all don't hear me
Demons hiding in the shadows
I can't let em near me
The ends justify the means Machiavelli's Theory
And that means we gon' get it anyway
I been training for the war
I could be ready any day
Remember buying a couple ounces
With the fetty that I saved
I was balling as a young boy
Ain't talking NBA
Yea, yea, they see the future
In my stuntas when they look at me
Said I would make it
And I'm Gunna like I'm pushing P
A lil dosage of that dope shit
Leave em coming back
I be hooking fiends
Spittin crack on the track
Like I'm Pusha T