[Verse]
Well n***a pray for Mercury to reup
You gon need the speed
You can’t even compete with the worst of me
I got worse in me
Ask my sons mama
This be the cockiness that got life knocked up
And led me to lose all trust
Pessimism is helluva drug
And all I’m tryna spread is logic and love
How scary is it?
How you living when you find your favorite rapper missing?
How you living when you see that we have to be different?
How you living? Who you with?
Rest In Peace Mr. McCullough, we heaven sent
I admit this is tragic
I had to set the balance for these rap peasants
They don't appreciate my presence, well goddamn it
I got to hand it to the n***as that could take a challenge
And then I have to take it back cuz these n***as manic
Borderline schizophrenic
I barely understanding why
Ain't no Charlotte n***as here taking advantage
Cuz when the lit shit die down, they in panic
I mean of course we got the 10s, The Pharoahs and all the Bryces
I rather have some MAVIs and Lutes here to enlighten
And Static, wreaking havoc
With the upmost passion
Yo my n***a love rapping more than Rocky with the fashion
Coming with that tater salad
I want the same plate but they on a higher palate
Problematic
I gotta have it
You really rapping?
Have you established that you coming another classic?
Like magic

Yes, I'm Alive