COBRA (feat. Saint.)

Back where I started
Don't know where it's at but I know that it's garbage
Ain't another rapper, bitch, I'm a whole artist
Bullseye motherfucker, you another target
Blackout and shit and I'll sell you on the market
Who do you know as cold as me?
Who do you know that know MC?
Who do you know can flow on a beat, get control of a feature?
Victory sweet
Get jittery when I take a step on your street
I present to you a wreath
No playing with me, bitch, sit down in the seat
I can serve you the beef, I ain't talkin no meat
My bitch she a treat, solid like 'crete
Concentrate more when you're talking to me
One wrong word, you out of this bitch
Fuck around your ass 'bout to be finished though

Let's do the math, if Ay Jay never started no band with KA$H, where would I be at?
Depressed as fuck inside of my class?
Where are the facts?
This game detracts
You'll be derailed if you ever try to touch me
Just beware 'cause it might get bloody
I already warned you not to fuck me over
What you doing buddy?
I'm too busy making money
You seem all about that running so catch your breathe before the asthma rushing
You talking the goats and it's got me blushing
I hit the floss like I am brushing
So don't try to act like I am nothing
A hundred million you's and you still ain't something
Talking you great but you know you keep fronting
Think you got the money but you know that you're broke
Think you got ability to fuck with me but you don't

'Cause I got a lot of things on my mind
Got people tryna waste my time
Hold up, wait
She want me to put a diamond on her finger but she ain't even a dime
Honestly I can't lie
Hold up
Honestly never mind
Bitch!
Running from guys that tryna push me out the way
I don't got the time of day to just go sit around and wait for the action or distraint that'll rot and kill your brain
They hate to see it happen
I tell you here I don't lend no ear
That's why they out here laughing

What's the problem? I ain't seeing it clear
Both hands on the wheel and I still can't steer which way to go 'cause it ain't my choice
The voice in my head keeps bringing me tears
There's no fears, I squash it
I'm fantastic when I drop shit
I'm the Fresh Prince so call Will Smith to fill my fucking pockets

Keep playing with snakes
Fucking with a cobra you made a mistake
Paint the Mona Lisa, my life at stake
Stay away
Whatever it was, I'm over my break
I'm not no Drake
I don't need no Ye for a P.S.A. to know I'm great
It's a personal trait, there ain't no need to
Wait
No need to prove that I'm in this game 'cause I have my name and I have no shame
We are not the same 'cause I'll be framed while you'll keep goin
But the drip keep going 'till it turns into rain in a constant strain
I'll get into your ears and I'll rot your brain
I'm fly like cranes but you're low like trains
Your phone got rings but my girl got rings
I'm not to mess with, I'm a fucking king
I'll do it over and over again
What in this message are you gonna condemn?
Probably nothing 'cause I'm Ay Jay Em
I'm tired of the whack shit you put on my records
I beat the best with the minimal efforts
I'm praised upon from all the experts
You print off each other like the shit is all leopard