3X2k*

(BOTTOMFEEDERS on me and I hate that shit)

(In the wrong lane, talking shit, better stay in your ge-, no)

(BOTTOMFEEDERS on me and I hate that shit)

The wrong lane, talking shit, better stay in your genre

Real shit, fast, penetrating your armor

Been a long day, stayed paying forward with karma

Hit the wrong haze, baked in my favorite pajamas

This a real inquisition, do you listen

To the actual shit we deploy like a piston

No ten toes down, I just put a fist in

Enjoying all my feelings, reap rewards like Michael did it

High percentage, hide your women

Midas with the style is in this habitat

Your shit, man? Yeah, I guess it's a pass

You ain't got no soul, that's actual facts

You've been talking 'bout horns without actual brass

This is actual r-, put your pen and paper back

You on the track and I lap

I rhymed and you froze, hiding your prose

Yeah, there's highs and there's lows

Ceilings and floors and everything adjacent

Give a fuck what you know, you still gotta be patient

Face it, it's on like a bar fight, alright

You stasis, you stuck in the hallway, your phonics is all play

Kick indicative flows, smoking hydroponic

I'm the sauce in the salad, call me balsamic

Collecting onion rings like a fat Sonic

That's iconic, Triple2k supersonic

(Triple2k supersonic, Triple2k supersonic)