Trillmatic

I need some time alone

Cold, my rhymes will turn your mind to stone

That's the work of satan niggas be hating but I'm a pot of gold

This ain't just me rappin' it's real and something you gots to know

Catch a mark nigga hatin', get him a casket, that bastard's 'bout to go

Whoa, nasty baby I'm crazy, the 90's raised me

I'm just as smart, probably smarter than half the cats who play me

Brazy, driving miss daisy, hit on my strap

In my zone, mind on my money like where that shit at?

I'm all alone, that's my only hope

And be damned if I'mma chase that with some phony homes, on the real

It be the ones that say, "we got this, that you ain't alone"

As long as I'm here to pull out the glock 9 and cocked it

He mad you got rich but on the low you should've watched him

Cats connivin', head first into the livest object

"That was your man, now you 'bout to die quick"

Over some fly shit, you feel reminded of your fast-life ventures

And winters, blinded 'til the flashlight enters

I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag

I bought the funky-funky nikes got the hat to match

I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag

And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no comin' back

I got a poor man's panache, I be stretching the cash

I'm a little passive aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm mad

Borderline manic depressive, rappers stressin' me bad

Got too many less than impressive rappers left in my path

Better yet, we gon' leave 'em left in the past

Someone slides, this time I ride, you get left in the back

Who am I? I'm a titan so be expectin' a clash

Start to wavin' arms at you, you'd think I'm catchin' a cab

No questions, live the answers cause if you're lookin' to ask

Look at meth, breakin' bad like he cookin' meth in the lab

Still a lethal weapon but try and bless him with math

Rappers never learn their lesson so I ain't lettin' 'em pass

I ain't lettin' 'em brag, I ain't lettin' 'em swag

Fuck swag, just being blunt, while I'm pluckin' my ash

Y'all ain't up in my class in the buildin'

It's a$ap meth, quick to kill 'em, that's an asap death

Straight out the back, dog, I'm shaq strong, I'm breakin' backboards

Draped in tommy, my bitch beside me, young God body

I play the back of clubs, clicks are foul, youngins are rowdy

Fools get rowdy, ain't nothin' dumb, my guns from saudi

High off the maui, don't trip your weed, rolling the finest

You know the fronto, sucio guapo, I'm head honcho

I sport the poncho, connects with sandro, the illest y'all know

Killin' 'em pronto, my funky fresh is filthy, designer

But check my rhymes though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yo

Haters like side hoes, I peel off in the illest tahoe

Watch out for potholes, h leaning, that's why he drive slow

Nast diablo, the 90's era shit in effect

Clowns be watching, best protect ya necks