| I ain’t even tryin' to pretend |
| America ain’t got a hidden agenda |
| No retreat, no surrender |
| The premium blend I recommend a |
| Walkin' through walls on the regular |
| Takin' phone calls on my cellular |
| You said you was the man, I’m like, the hell you are |
| I can’t smell you, wait a minute, let me tell you, bruh |
| We don’t rock like that over this way |
| The chilliest figure do me nigga this say |
| I am the E-S-H-A-M |
| If I wasn’t, then why would I ever say it, then? |
| One time can’t follow me, them bitches on that Cardi B |
| I’m on that Cardi yay, and you can probably say |
| That I’m an old-school nigga from back in the day |
| Let a lot of bullets spray from the A-K-K-K |
| Gives a fuck, I shoot the Klu Klux Klan up |
| And pop your mans up |
| Run up, ran up, put your hands up |
| Two-steppin' with my pistol on the dance floor |
| What you think they got the ambulance for? |
| I sent them torpedos and you and your migos |
| From the foul line shootin' off free throws |
| Nigga, eat those |
| Words, nouns, verbs |
| Stick my dick in your ear, fuck what you heard |
| Superb flow, my rims hit the curb, though |
| Shut the fuck up, you gettin' on my nerves, ho |
| Fresh out this biggedy rollin' the rock riggedy |
| Gettin' the dollars and clockin' the tock tickety |
| The dead dancin', the Charles Manson |
| Could’ve went to model and schooled your boy handsome |
| But I’m a panther, murder’s my anthem |