[Verse 1: DocChakra]
I get kilos lowkey, like i'm brothers with Thor
Speed for the demons, they're feinding for more
Mom raised a legend like...Afeni Shakur
You're struggling for nothing, but brother what for?
Searching for fortune and fashion allure
Just follow your pa**ion and see what's in store
These dames keep on dashing, these rocks in my chain make a fella look flashy
Qb from the borough plus your daughter look nasty
Not rapping too fast, but you still don't catch me
I look at God and see...me
Mirror images, imagine if the mirror had blemishes
Would it disprove him penmanship?
Or would it be a rouse to approve condemning him?
An excuse used by the whose and him and thems
As you peruse through my views and sentiments
I choose hues of reds and blues to get intimate
Cause usually those two get into it
And leave you bruised, so you choose, it's ambivalent