Unorthodox

(We done came up)

That's that shit right there

(Everybody love 'em)

On the regular

You looking at popular colored faced

Observing what my brothers faces

In all races, lost a generation of all hatred

See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs

But keep it sacred G

Fuck a rat race, we take the cheese

Jack cheddar from the make believe

But break the trees on the ACD

Rockin' the red and black, lumberjack faithfully

I'm a Brooklyn **** or basically

I grind with the grimiest

Learn how to eat

In the jungle full of hyenas and vultures

Don't worry what a verse will cost ya

From the young scorcher

Just remember who taught ya

I'ma spark it off unorthodox

Won't sign to no major if no wager

Less than a three million offer off the top

I'll be in a box with my coffee drops

Why settle for a office spot?

**** don't always make it off the block

Unless they extort rocks or support the cops

They still snitchin', let me guess

That's your man again?

Leave 'em shook where he standing

And quit the shenanigans

Have your band again induce damages

Till you're vanishin'

Words into probably resort top seat examinin'

This is for my real hip hop fans and them

I dispose form

Leave fake MCs in the postmortem

'Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend

All I got is my pros, I don't need no friends

Feel like this glory road is coming to a end

The only soul that won't sin

No he won't give in, yo this world is bone chillin'

Make meals in Hell's Kitchen with these dishes

Properly deliver, drop trees in my Swisher

I bring that back to my property richer

It ain't easy being this royal, when you got this much going for you

Where they hard to be disloyal

Coming straight from the soil, where lines'll never coil

Start to think pretty art, dude career will this boil?

The kid is that sick, so expect more coffins

I'm the chosen one so you can expect more offerings

I be sunnin' **** so expect less offerings

Best rapper alive, hear that line used less often

Word to God, I'm the best offering

BMX like Hoffman, BMF like boss man

Your boss man got Jimmy Fallon endorsements

From porches to porches gettin' porches of fortune

They said next up, so I stepped up

Fly like I dressed up, bitches try to hang like left nuts

Like organgutans in the west of the motherland

But I got the swank of no other man, brotherman

They can't understand

Pro Era Boys pop rubber bands

Everybody love 'em

'Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend

All I got is my pros, I don't need no friends

Feel like this glory road is coming to a end

The only soul that won't sin

No he won't give in, yo this world is bone chillin'

Make meals in Hell's Kitchen with these dishes

Properly deliver, drop trees in my Swisher

I bring that back to my property richer

(Everybody love 'em)

We done came up

I'ma spark it off unorthodox

They don't feel the name, but they say the music dope though

(Everybody love 'em)

We done came up

I'ma spark it off unorthodox

On the regular