y'all can reckon it exists but y'all reckon lies
i'ma be there wid a chain thats wreckin eyes
and a Somali flag in the pendant in a record size
fukk gettin independent, how bout gettin lives?
y'all still hung up on the past like second wives
at some rally everyday from ten to five
ain't no way that shyt is caadi mental-wise
y'all need a doctor, to get ur sicknesses identified
it's either that or ur extra high, in the seventh sky
there's nuthin left to try, but to strengthen ties
if not, u can stick a knife in ur neck and die
cuz when it comes to recognition: UR REQUESTS DENIED
