[Chorus]
This ain’t nothing new, this ain’t nothing nice
The kinda raps that’ll have you looking like you’re paralysed
Have you reading paragraphs, this ain’t for para tu
The first book of the two, lyrically centrifuge
My features staring feuds, my prices going up
I do this shit for family, who needs a choir, huh?
I’m quietly acquiring all the cyphers involved
Tie 'em with titanium, legendary ball

[Verse 1]
This feeling is prime, this feeling sublime
This filling turkey Sunday dinner, man, this feeling cloud 9
This feeling satisfaction of everything you can design
The architect of your destiny, look, this feeling is fine
I’m staring at you, and you, well, you staring at me
This feeling is wine, this feeling gets better with timе
'Cause this is everything wе wanted, we just living our lives
Caught in the moment like a picture showing Biggie and Pac
Passing joints around the table, we riding it like a stable
Fuck the paper pen or pencil, we natural, never staple
N***as around hating, and bitches around hating
Steady saying all the same, like "all women the same"
And "all n***as the same", but all y’all been insane
For thinking of playing games with Lucifer's little thing
'Cause this feeling, it was written, like Nas doing his thing
This a feeling of a lifetime, Heaven without a ring
[Chorus]
This ain’t nothing new, this ain’t nothing nice
The kinda raps that’ll have you looking like you’re paralysed
Have you reading paragraphs, this ain’t for para tu
The first book of the two, lyrically centrifuge
My features staring feuds, my prices going up
I do this shit for family, who needs a choir, huh?
I’m quietly acquiring all the cyphers involved
Tie 'em with titanium, legendary ball

[Verse 2]
After my graduation, I followed intuition
I chose my masters in place of life’s occupation
I’ll occupy the capacity capable for anatomy
A cap and a cape, just to cope with society
At the bottom of hierarchy, running fast like it's Hayake
Hitting notes on the higher keys
The C notes, but denote, I elope the kilos
And hitting all my free throws, no Freons, I’m burning up
I been on my bullshit and hitting all my bullseye
No Poindex, we coming short, no T-Rex, we Shaq big
Eat sharks on my streams, then kick back and bang Master P
THC, like fuck the TMZ
'Cause this is T-O-B-Y inside my B-A-G
And G-A-B-E, one of the baddest G
I swear n***as and hoes can’t fuck with my team
Fuck around you gon' get blown back to AD
[Chorus]
This ain’t nothing new, this ain’t nothing nice
The kinda raps that’ll have you looking like you’re paralysed
Have you reading paragraphs, this ain’t for para tu
The first book of the two, lyrically centrifuge
My features staring feuds, my prices going up
I do this shit for family, who needs a choir, huh?
I’m quietly acquiring all the cyphers involved
Tie 'em with titanium, legendary ball