Verse 1: Cas Metah It's what you come to expect That raw hip hop in ya deck And for the record, yeah I'm still cool with Illect They helped put me on so respect to the death Peace to Plastic he allowed me to stretch Back to independent I released Old Fashioned Then one year later, signed to Soulspazm But a full time rap career, no platinum have ya low grabbing coleslaw or chromed magnum Flow so def it come in closed caption But music ain't paying the bills it's so backwards The games changed from when I first raptured Ugh, Jesus Christ these cats are so passive Lord forgive me but I had ta lose my religion full of half truth and absolute bastards Cuz Some of them sons only really half moons On that "pass the collection, cash rules" Much love to the authentic God driven Y'all keep sticking to them assists like Scott Pippen And love to the fans who know I'm not tripping Cuz y'all understand the purpose, plot, vision I'm a sinner living in a flawed system It's Always The Hard Way like Dibbs and Rob Viktum a mixtape mixture of Walt White and Walt Whitman It's gonna be a long ride, just go on, get in Hook: Cas Metah Blessed to be the best in the pedigree Never expect less than heat when we wet the streets Flow pro's that rep the team and set the speed Yes indeed, best believe (x2) Verse 2: Lyriz I'm not a gimmick, this is art, I'm in it for the ride Cynical arsenic I'm killing them online Flow so tremendous, smack you so descendants feel it, my ascendance on your name mention this senselessness through my sentences ain't no question this is the best it gets Confess your sins, take your vestiges take your severance package, check your messages You punk ass bitch, can't just wreck my shit Fuck you think this is? Me and Cas are the business end of this monster, and it gets harder The world keeps spinning, increase the profit margin Stepping stones cold Providence Road told them back then get what you sow Unacceptable I take no O's, 'cept the initial on my last name Aye "O" well, like I took aim, blaow! Hook Verse 3: MP Ancient We took the expectations, the tones been set, Set forth to tone it down, no stone Begets, I condone a lot of shinning, But my known regrets, Full blown no compensation for my blood, my sweat, No drugs, no sex, but highlight a lot of skeezers, Scaly wags and Teasers, that Lollygag with Jesus, Silver to the Judas while I bare it like a nudist, The Who’s, who have never heard of me, I guess you blew it, I’m Guru status in my cult of personality, Premier when I cut casually, Produce casualties, One time for the bar that still raising, Two, three, four, for the shots that won’t graze em, Mandalay Bay one shooter that’s amazing, Two muzzle flashes, one killer their Portraying, Now paint a picture of this world that we stay in, Beautiful, and wicked, evil, love, Expectations. Hook

written by Mouf Warren, Cas Metah & Allen Poe beat by SoulSeize