I’m too powerful, you horrible Ain’t nothing sweet, cute, neat, adorable It’s the deplorable, I get to scream like…. So I throw an audible Hey, I’m sorta ill, homie, you better chill You get a head of scheme in a head of steel The letter’s real, Ed is real You feeling like the driver, take the steering wheel I’ve been smart, you’ve been dumb and then some I turn outcome into income You lose some, you win some, I’m at the win, son Or the …, head coach you … Hey, you filling in, Edo’s ill again For them dividends, on my own I kill again The ground I broke, dog, you just drilling in This is hardcore rap, ain’t nothing feminine Edo’s incredible, he ride in style, allegeable New England safety, James a head of bull I never step foot on a pedestal Blew once, second time inevitable Caught the pain, fought the fame This game will lend you an umbrella Take it back when it starts to rain And I don’t floss for birds, never at a loss for words This … the third, haven’t you heard? My verbs never slurred, preferred the absurd Till money is transferred You unheard young bird When beef gets stirred, you get bullied like young Berg I throw a new pitch, thugs do snitch Gangasta is played out, smart’s the new rich