"Return 2 My BULLshit" They want me to fall off, but - there's no loss of traction I keep climbin' even when my heart an' soul scream to give up I have a niche that I carved, comfy in it like it's first class Stubbornly inert, but still surpass Let's get this show on the road like vaudeville Raise ya glass, it's time to toast to raw skill Thought I - was washed up, but I rose out that water Like - Michael Alden in "Coronet Blue" January nineteen fourscore an' eight, the year of my birth The year of The Leporid, so down to earth Creative, headstrong, direct an' passionate Wit' traits of narcissism, still pull like mag-a-nets My force the Yin, better known as bein' feminine But I'm still tough as the Bristlecone an' Juniper Darkness my strength, my element is Fire Burn everlasting -- never expire Say a mantra, focus my chi, be dope as can be Returned to my BULLshit an' straight opened the sea 3,4,6 -- yeah baby, I'm in my +prime+ It's in my +blood+, that's why my flows still bang like "What's poppin' Slime?"

"#OnMyWayUp (66 Bars)" Hol' up, nigga hol' up; I'm way up, finger roll into lay-up Insomniac wit' the grizzle, the hardworkers will stay up My pen be goin' in -- Curry, Green an' Iguodala Harder than the hardest, my acapellas be rockin', hoppin' over these artist Nigga don't start this, fuck ya substance an' modesty I mean to - show the fuck out wit' my artistry I step on toes like I'm comin' from the middle of the row At my 8th bar, drinkin' binge, here's the middle of the flow No need to pardon me, you niggaz really bore me witcha Conscious nonsense Steady takin' L's 'Cept them bitches self-served, so hol' that like a school play I'm on my way up like solar rays on a new day Don't wanna see me come up, safe sex, contraception Premature birth, push the head back, he ain't ready yet Flow, gotta steady that; it's all over the place Bars bussin' all over ya face Bitches all over my case -- Benson minus Stabler In it, can't get out, disappearin' like Malaysia Air, don't go there -- leave you in the wind On my way up, like Chilean miners in 2010 Niggaz keep burrowin' but buryin' themselves Once they hit the River Styx, have 'em ferryin' themselves Got some fairy in ya'selves, ya sweeter than Lipton Tea Don't go givin' lip to me, I bypass it to ya teeth Knuckled up like - Eddie Mustafa Muhammad, I'm ready to clobber ya stomach Ready to sock 'til ya vomit Eddie is not at his summit, but once he is, y'all will envy I'll be so far up, might - burn up on re-entry On my way up - like girls that's new to givin' head On the way up to get some air, dudes still give 'em cred Know she hurtin' on them knees, bruisin' on her legs She been swallowin' for hours, move her to the bed Then ooze between her legs, +Daddy Long Stroke+ Just like Dap, Edge an' Grady; rap heads will hate me That's why - I feel like slappin' a nigga today like Ludacris Fuckz on some stupid shit, natty-heads in need of tutelage The MVP, shootin' over 50-40-90 Like that kid from Akron, the shifty start war behind me Niggaz - ignore the grimey, hardpressed to find jewels See 'em fly over the heads of fools Still drop gems on 'em like "Jewel Quest" grids Fineprint one of the illest, but you knew that kid Better than those I collab wit' when I do that shit They hear me on the track an' be like "Who's that kid?" "IMPROVEMENT SEASON" on the way, it's - in the cocoon All this wack shit the catalyst, maroons get consumed Converted into energy, restorin' electrolytes I'm drinkin' Haterade, just a pint'll get me right You ain't really that sick wit' the shit you doubters write Homie gimme that BiC, I'ma toss it outta sight When you plan on gettin' rich? I hope my time come tonight So I can stunt on yo' bitch-ass, an' cum on ya wife Oh Lord, I got a girl, I know; I ain't forgot, nigga I just can't help it these bitches is hot to trot, nigga Thighs like Cardi B, ass like K. Michelle Attitude like Azealia, stank but I love the smell She can rock a tight dress wit' Timbs an' still kill it; that's a diva An' when she walk, niggaz have seizures I love a bad bitch that's slayin' like Rihanna An' freaky like Adina, ride me in the sauna All I dream 'bout is stuntin', finessin' in this game Giuseppe kicks on my feet, loads of ice in the chain Whippin' a Maserati or Bugatti Veyron Niggaz wanna save the world, type of shit is they on? What else to say, son? Gimme cred like the pros So I can ball 'til I'm weak in the knees like Derrick Rose

"Ice Shards (#GlaciersofIce)" Bluff City representer, finna turn this Spring back to Winter Them April showers gon' become ice shards Fallin' like daggers, atcha neck like the Stone Cold Stunner It's gonna be a more frigid Summer For now, you gon' see ya breath this Spring No May flowers to bloom, just jewels to bling I'm tryna crush this scene, 2016 my year An' if not, next year will be clear I done jumped all hurdles, flew thru rings of fire Motocross wit' each cycle, I'm dirtier but flier You should call me sire Natural causes only way I'll quit, never retire Hip-Hop is how I live, a true starvin' artist Barely make a dime off what I kick But see I do this for love, an' that part ain't fulfilled Made a pact wit' the Devil like he gon' keep it real Too cold for the lowest circle of Hell I steps in that bitch an' I makes it hail Shouldn't play around wit' the dark side of spiritual But my soul seems to go thru infernal intervals - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Part II (Keep Bein' CAREFUL!)" Look, I'm back up in this muthafucka, aggy in this muthafucka Think I need somethin' white out a baggy in this muthafucka My - head been spinnin', blood boilin', nerves need to be calmed Shiiit, I can't even chill at all Peep my palms, all sweaty like B. Rabbit My anxiety is - at it's fuckin' limit already You fuckin' faggots just keep pullin' the beast up out of Eddie Mistakenly started to think it's somethin' sweet about Eddie I started off nice, but all work an' no feedback Made me irate an' stressed; an' I don't need that I could be humble as fuck, still wouldn't mean shit So, don't come my way wit' no razmatazz Ain't - givin' a fuck 'bout substance nowadays 'Cause nowadays, all I need is to get paid Still seein' fuckz lurk, never sayin' a word 'Til I snap on y'all, oh --- now it's absurd How I'm actin', like my anger isn't justified Work my ass off for fuckz who don't enjoy the ride They tend to say I'm bein' irrational But I fail to see, correlation 'tween me an' that term My thought process? That's completely on-track I'm just sick of fuckz not givin' respect to the tracks That I put my blood, sweat, tears, mind, body an' soul in Fuck the whole 9, I go the whole 10 I'm writin' this off pure wrath, but I'm focused A king an' a warrior, simply one of the dopest But fuckz too obsessed wit' Trap bullshit an' mumblin' crap Sendin' me tracks of - mumblin' raps Complainin' 'bout name-droppin'; what's up wit' that? Like, it ain't clear these muhfuckaz is wack You should toast me, here's a 2 liter of bleach Pour some in this wine glass as I proceed wit' my speech Made "Lyrical Emancipation", but got issue wit' my freedom of speech Well fuck that!-- I don't need freedom to speak Dontrell has changed, he ain't the same An' yeah, I said his name-- muthafuck a sub Fuck his opinion, karma an' them unknown rappers It's - no fuckz given 'bout some unknown bastards I - do what I want, if you don't like, don't listen This shit ain't for everybody, just - certain supporters See, murder is in order, an' - murder is the order I deliver like UPS, or postal postmen wit' - fully loaded TECs A - bully at ya' neck, I'm - fully loaded, wreck Anyone who aims to sully my respect Movin' on: Genea is a stupid-ass bitch Only wanted her ass to listen to these songs Don't give a fuck about yo' life either I'll shit on you, laughin' at - what you goin' through Lyin' like you a fan, saw through it just in time Here's some Donald Trump bars, a disgutin' rhyme Grabbin' you right in the pussy; you've just been violated I - know it's sick, you ain't gotta try an' hate it You need more prompts than Killary on debate night An' me, I need one-thousand, nine-hundred, eighty-eight mics Way more than what "The Source" would give My fuse been lit, an' I - know the source of it I keep the lines coarse, but deliver 'em smooth Plus it's, hot enough - to scorch you kids Y'all need to move, or get ran the fuck over I'm rollin' like - Cain Marko wit' the force of a super nova Tell these dudes it's over, I'm more than back An' fuck up out my inbox wit' all them borin' tracks That's why - I'm sleepin' on y'all, snorin' to the max I heard better lines in "The Lorax" So let the chips fall where they might, done givin' a fuck An' fuck who listens, never givin' this up It's funny, 2014 they was biggin' me up Nowadays, I guess these frauds gettin' sick of me, bruh So, here's some shit you can remember me fa' A reminder: You'll never be sick as me, bruh

"BOwtD (Better Off wit' the Dick)" Hook(x1): Girl, if you wantin' love - better stay away Say you wantin' dough - bitch, don't play But if you wanna fuck - I'll be on my way See, you pro'lly better off wit' the dick If you wantin' love - better stay away Say you wantin' dough - bitch, don't play But if you wanna fuck - I'll be on my way Girl, you pro'lly better off wit' the dick Verse 1: Got dammit, I'm at it again Dealin' wit' these hoes that want half of my ends Bitch you know that I'm strapped for them ends You ain't carin'; my last 2 bucks you will spend If you - knew better, you'd do better But ya only out for the score, so what you do is never Fakin' like you in love, what you really in is lust An' I ain't even trippin' 'cause I just wanna fuck I - asked yo' ass to keep it real Like I do the rest of them broads, but you neglectin' that part Talkin' real shit boo, let it rest on your heart Money ain't everything, don't let it tear us apart Back an' forth wit' the drama, always stressin' the past 'Cause for the future, got many questions to ask But stay true, an' when I get it, I'll be blessin' that ass 'Cause baby, you atten' (a ten) like you present for class Hook(x1) Verse 2: I keep my heart guarded, locked an' in a vault I tend to be the target of infidelity assaults Guess it's my fault that I'm gullible, fallin' for every trick of the trade Trustin' in a big butt an' smile An' every chick that wave, paradin' her way into my inbox Claimin' she can make it better An' be different than the last chick But all she does is dumb shit an' come up average It's a well-known fact, ain't got my shit together But check it, bitch -- look, at least I'm tryin' I ain't like these other niggaz, facetious an' perpetratin' But for some reason, y'all feel sucka-niggaz is worth datin' You call me a bum, like I ain't aware Scope - my pockets close, nada damn thing there But I do have a dick, that ooze out sumpin' thick Keep a Trojan on that shit so you won't ooze out a kid Hook(x1)

"#TheQuestion <Interlude>" Let's take 'em back, this is everything I live for Would die for, 'fore I let anybody come betwixt That's a definite, make reference An' whoever ain't around, they irrelevant I've been strugglin' to write an' get myself right Had to find my center just to help myself write Inside myself I fight, this codependency, a aggravation Thorn in my side, beggin' others for some validation If they ain't - liftin' my spirits, I'm not motivated To put out a project like, eh... I don't know who'd play it These people seem fugazi, pro'lly think I'm crazy But I'm just watchin' my back, can't let these fools play me I'm weary of my lady, supposedly a support system But the support ain't really adequate Honestly, that's 95% of squares in my circle Every day they change shape like a kaleidoscope Recently tied a rope, around my throat Waitin' on my paranoia to kick away the chair Leave me kickin' in the air, about 30 feet off the ground How did I get so high? Must've bounced off the sound So it seems, it ain't my time yet to die Still some juice left in me; nigga, Fine is yet alive Wit' middle fingers in the air to any opposition The bars linger in the air, just stop an' listen It's a throne somewhere for me, gotta squat an' christen Shit on it, the ceremony will commence -- no Pac rendition If it ain't for you, you ain't gotta listen Ain't nobody holdin' a semi-auto, to ya' noggin' Only seek honesty, so can you honestly say That the nigga Fineprint ain't came a long way C'mon... an' that's the question...

"No Shreds" The voices in my brain say kill the game an' leave no shreds Get at rappers like a cartel, leave no heads Sick of niggaz sleepin', so I snatch the sheets, pillows an' beds Sew this muhfucka up, leave no threads Of course I'm the best, way ahead of the class Like I'm - eatin' the teacher's pussy under the desk An' she's - lookin' good like my Spanish teacher in 9th grade Sexy as fuck, type of body I will catch a fade Over... if her man's found out Tell him it was worth it for he knock my ass out Wake up grinnin', blood leakin' outta my mouth Not givin' a fuck, point of this anecdote no doubt Student of the old school, lyricism is in my veins Give every verse - my humor, anger an' pain Most times I'm full of rage, but I'm learnin' to manage My fury - a lot better thru rappin' So I appear - cool, calm an' collected on this track Like my favorite rapper which is Curren$y in fact An' uh... he's the inspiration for me hittin' this beat So I'm goin' in, bringin' the heat Tryna hit the right notes wit'out seein' the sheet Stayin' abreast/a breast in this flood wit'out seein' the teat Heh... yeah, they'll never catch the wordplay So I flip the bird, dude it's absurd what them nerds say Respect to Max B, I'm tryna make waves Do it the way those before me did it, the road's paved Whips from success, 16 bars a slave Close curtains on these morons then dab on they grave I am - one of those rappers that you have to play Once you hear the mixtape, it's shit you have to save You gotta rave, pump your fists, the roof has got to raise Out that awkward phase, left them fools in a daze You know me... Call me king... ------------ "Titled Untitled, Pt. 1" I just wanna eat, got the appetite of 8 lumberjacks at a Waffle House Wish I could go an' make a couple stacks, narrow options down I hate the struggle, it's wack, an' what comes wit' that, I can't toggle out Mind is obsessed wit' makin' numbers fat, leave the slumber back in grandfather's house Morons thought I had beef, but I just left the offal out Yet an' still if they want war, I'll gladly go that awful route Never back down from a fight, I'm a warrior, a Spartan when it's on John Spartan leadin' the charge, Madison Square Garden when in my zone So you can come an' spectate, watch witches burn without a stake 'Cause e'rytime that I script, I'm makin' the world turn in outer space I learn when out the space of the majority, explorin' the real aspects of fake I'm in my prime e'ry year, a +Wiz+ like Jibril Caliphate I'm nice as the crown they bestowed on me, feel like Lawler, but no robe on me A kilo like the earlobe on me, carryin' Atlas weight without the globe on me Stressed an' losin' optimism, blessed - but stricken wit' noxious vision Settlin' for less, truly got the symptoms, in a state of unrest an' boxed like prison My only escape is these rhymes, the keys to the shackles? Ten feet of pentameter However, I'm still locked in my mind, baffled in this mental theater I was born a loser, but I've been bred to win, Secretariat wit' the pen It's Triple Crowns e'rytime I compose bars, heavy lariat 'til the end 'Cause life is a rodeo, an' prosperity's a wild bronco I've yet to maintain a hold of E'rytime I come out, I'm bucked off into some cold mud I Kanye shoulder shrug, display a ferocious mug an' play the clown like Bobby Hill Sinkin' in the quicksand of this industry where folks don't care if you got the skill Sometimes I wonder why I try, why I push forward an' why I still look up Even though pessimism's sneakin' up on me wit' a uncomfortable shoulder rub Which turns to aggressively caressin' the temples of my cranium Forcin' Fineprint to write, but e'ry instrumental is drainin' him I self-destruct, reconstruct then disassemble into fours like a labium Now all my insecurities are external like the vulva; go 'head an' label 'em Let the sunshine in like a atrium, I need it to warm the blood in my atria Turn up the volume like a cardiac auricle, then put the buds to ya' auricular I show love to some particular, but it's not always requited An' that lack of love has become my downfall, I try hard to fight it The atmosphere is so awkwardly quiet, sometimes I riot, but only in thought Right now, I'm in confessional in my cerebral, peace an' quiet where the lonely get lost Speakin' to the Father, but he don't say much back short of "Continue" That reply applies to e'rything, so I'm still stuck in this venue In a heated state of confusion, that's a very fervid fugue Dissociative, no social gatherings for this nerd, removed An' I'm a nerd that's rude, far from the herd, that's cool Yeah, I heard them fools, but none of their words are jewels See I used to be at bat, but now I just deal wit' trash like Denzel in "Fences" Used to release tracks so ill, now I'm sidetracked by cash, got frail defenses Mind obsessed wit' obtainin' mills, there's backlash from dam-sels an' gent'men Prayin' that I get this deal, so I can smash wit' mad sells, get thickskin Right now, they showin' 0% interest like the first 60 days wit' Chase Time is of the essence, so they ain't worth 60 days to chase Asked 'em to +Call Me King+, they'd much rather me get flayed an' staked Crucified upside down like Simon Peter, left in the sun's rays an' baked I admit it, I'm guilty of bein' selfish, I do my walk of shame e'ryday An' some days I break, all the way down, tears run a maze on my face Do my talk of blame e'ryday, e'rybody but me is always responsible For the way my life went, too bad I couldn't have been a Huxtable I've swallowed my pride so many times, got Escherichia in my abdominal An' a perpetual case of Streptococcal flarin' up my throat an' tonsils Torn up things I've wrote many a time, they weren't dope or phenomenal Just another earmark of failure to hide off in my chronicles I stay tethered to my domicile, if I ain't workin' on rhymes, I'm watchin' anime Or on the game, lettin' a First-person shooter take me away

"#UNTAMPERED" Hook(x1): From day one I've been a beast, no cease -- I'll never quit It's the emcee in me, killin' all he ever writ From the boroughs of the East to the hoods of the West I won't rest - 'til people name me one of the best Off my chest, get this fire like Chamber, never expire Keep preachin' to the choir; I deliver, they admire Never - tire or change, in the range of slander I still will remain in this game untampered Verse 1: Used to rap about rappin', but my flows are more personal now Lately I've been hit wit' some personal fouls Diggin' deep takes a toll - searchin' for how To give you somethin' aesthetic instead of just murderin' clowns I find - beauty in the ugly an' gruesome, it's lovely to do some Off the wall shit, but under our Sun -- nothin' is new, son So I prefer to be a nui-sance, hotter than Tucson A thorn in the side of many a man Niggaz start off actin' like they'll give you a hand Then flip, switch sides over political stance Makin' up excuses, narrow-minded, stuck in their ways Won't branch out - like it ain't rough at that age Was sayin', I wouldn't hold a grudge for days An' tried to reach out since I respected yo' ass Texted an' inboxed -- no response at all Thought we could bury the hatchet; you got a conscience, dawg? This shit is really a diss, I've really been pissed Thought we had a rapport since makin' music is our core Our - fuckin' heart, you know my love for the art Both of our careers could have got a jump-start I had - love for you, you were like a big brother You seemed to understand my passion like no other But I guess some things just ain't meant to be You gon' wish that you never made a enemy of me Hook(x1) Verse 2: So it's back to square one, still my circle is small No gettin' bigger, it's serrated like a circular saw Not penetrated, guarded - wit' hi-tech security An' a ocean deep moat to stave off impurity Tryna be positive for Janae -- she's a go-getter See I'm a slacker, but I'm 'bout to go wit' her My lady - does her best to make sure I'm straight Been a loser all my life, but that's 'bout to change Got goals within range, hit 'em like Sonic at mach speed Lotta snakes in the grass, vyin' to stop me Plenty foes wit' a hard-on, dyin' to pop me Haters waitin' in the wing, denyin' my art, G Throwin' knives right in my heart, cardial dartboard An' I keep pushin' like Sisyphus, somethin' hardcore But once I reach the top -- no fallin' back You call it wack while a labelhead call me back Hook(x1) Verse 3: Fuck - settlin' quarrels, no jokes, no Hardy an' Laurel War - like Hatfields an' McCoys, never cordial No - bygones stand; hatchets dug up an' sharpened Ready to toss, like tomahawks at ya' sargeant Grind for success, keys to initiate it But it's hard to stay on task, lotta hate Dwells inside, my soul's insidious I die, they'll yell "To the Tiber!" like I'm Tiberius They hate - my demeanor, there is - none meaner Despite how +Raw+ I am, they diss me like John Cena 'Cause - they hate when I win, they want me to spend All my life, in this razorblade filled whirlwind Gettin' ripped to shreds over an' over, flesh hangin' Blood drippin' in the eye of the storm, spirit torn Worn out, at wit's end, style cramped an' dampered

"Catalyst Hammer II: This One's For The M" Though I'm runnin' like Wally West, these black clouds still catch me An' trap me, now I'm back on the sauce like +Hap Ashby+ Peepin' serpentine eyes an' various laughing Varyin' madness, fools +jumpin' ship+, so - +batten down the hatches+ 'Cause this nothin' less than war +Anthropophagus+ flow, nothin' less than gore I eat rapper after rapper, don't wanna test the vore But you, can set a date for the scuffle, settle score History in progress; they'll hear the champion's lore Of how I took you down, like the Erymanthian boar Hear the champion roar, crowd roar back, call an' response A call to arms to draw your swords, draw your guns Gon' withdraw your funds I - take cash in big cloth money bags It's in pocket, finna get lit like dummy bags A pharaoh fly in death, Medusa head on mummy rags Print spits what's definitive to him Would've given you light, but y'all more sensitive than film An' see Hip-Hop? It is genitive to him Yeah man, so close, it's relative An' he tends to flip when his mind's in the negative So when he explodes, let the fella live Forever give 'em a run, can't knock the brother out of place Or get crumbled to dust, like +The Colour Out of Space+ Haters like zits, they be comin' out their face Always sayin' that shit, but won't come up out their space Tell 'em fuck up out my way, +crushin' feelin's+ like Gangsta Gibbs Niggaz came to dilly dally, while I came to live I'm Southside of Memphis 'til I die That 38109, it's Westwood on my mind No matter where I reside, I'm a product of the Bluff Got the town's soul in my rhymes, product that is rough My heart is that Nueve Cero Uno E'rything ain't gravy here, but you know, dudes make it gravy-pseudo 'Cause we sincerely in a bad way In the belly of the beast full of beasts, yearly bad days My real name ain't akin to my rap shit But it's realness in the ill shit that I'm rappin' Chose a nom de plume 'cause my government Is carryin' baggage, from the past, bunch of sucker shit Foolish people, long time since I fucked wit' 'em Would've buried the hatchet, but I need it to chuck at 'em Don't tote heat, but might need it to buck at 'em I'm tryin' hard to refrain from bein' stuck wit' 'em Avoid two-lane roads where I'd be lumped wit' 'em Don't get me stuck in no ways, might end up stompin' 'em Won't be no squares in my circle, see drama come wit' 'em An' I ain't ready to die, momma left uncomfortable Can't understand what I've come to do, not even part the way I can only be Fineprint, not Timberlake or Hardaway Look, I'm 5'6" an' got two-left feet Nigga ain't no way I'm hoopin' or dancin' So I stick to my strengths, beat the odds an' get even wit' them I know that this the season to win These niggaz all temp service, seasonal men An' I want this shit forever, cue that Aubrey single again Heavy is the head wit' the crown on it Stress went to town on it, but I'm still blessed Hopefully what's next is a place where my head rest an' I can put down on it Watch my enemies frown on it Luck? I'm down on it, but I walk in the way that God shows Even wit' writin' this dark prose I'ma make it, I'm tellin' ya': God knows Now nigga that's chuuch like Mt. Vernon on Parkrose

"Microphone Slaughterer (Sav's Progression)" Verse 1: Too many shots thrown, but no headshots I thought you niggaz was rougher than feet in Bedrock? I keep the microphone close, in a headlock An' when I flow, I make bad broads spread they legs, Ock Too many think I'm just boastin', but I'm a force to be reckoned Since 2013, shown y'all nothin' but progression Every - recordin' session is a funeral procession Keep it raw, keep it filthy, pores oozin' out aggression Too many chimps stressin', fearin' the Silverback Too many second-guessin' if Sav will kill a track Ain't a question, Fineprint? Too hardcore Don't give a fuck, middle fingers be flippin' like parkour E'rything I do is butter, steez talkin' like Parkay Multi-personality, do it three the hard way They acts are staged more than Broadway So give my regards when the reaper comes y'all way The tough talk, is just talk, they never walk Mouths become vulvas, that orifice? Gets fucked off Hook(x2): I stay offin' you niggaz on that microphone Bring out the coffin for niggaz on that microphone My bars slaughter you niggaz on that microphone You know I fathered you niggaz on that microphone Don't even bother me on that microphone Expect no apology on that microphone Verse 2: Reverse psychology on that microphone Hip-Hop dichotomy on that microphone Separate the weak from the strong on that microphone The Black Sly Stallone on that microphone I'm goin' Rambo, wit' unlimited ammo Been a beast since Killa Cam called out Jigga for wearin' sandals Grimey like the bando, rap an' get my Migos on Be a young rich nigga, put my amigos on Gotta do this track justice, satisfy Royce, Crooked Budden an' Ortiz; who can ignore these Bars, respect for raw rhyme Shoutout to L, bro it's our time M.o.R, give you more wit'out the "E" You don't need the extra shit, so let the hype be You gotta fight me or my bro for that microphone 'Cause we never lettin' go of that microphone...

Hook A(x1): Separate the winners from the losers by a twist of fate Sometimes best investments are those you don't make Look, I'm just talkin' Trump talk, that Trump talk Ya boy out here thinkin' big, do my Trump walk Verse 1: Feel my story anywhere near over, sadly mistaken I get down, then get back up again; you know what's in the makin' A got damn LEGEND, that same damn feelin' I get it e'ry time I go in, Print be killin' Plannin' for the future while focusin' on the present Still learnin' from the past, kiss my ass if you present That's a lil' Kanye-izm; Happy New Year to my enemies Don't know what to do wit' themselves -- Smalls, ya' killin' me I'm on here talkin' Trump talk, hung/Hong like Duck sauce Swagger, do a Trump walk -- man, you heard the fuckin' boss Never lovin' hoes, let a trick get wrong I, grab her by the pussy, hang her up by her thong Hook B(x1): You, separate the winners from the losers by a twist of fate Sometimes best investments are those you don't make Look, I'm just talkin' Trump talk, that Trump talk Ya boy out here thinkin' big, do my Trump walk Measure me by all that I accomplish 'cause I do deserve it Focused on the present, seek the past for higher learnin' Separate the winners from the losers, world keeps turnin' Boy, I'm just talkin' Trump talk, that Trump talk Verse 2: But now it's time to talk that Print talk, that Print talk Ya' know, all I do is shit talk, that shit talk That "talkin' so much shit, can't stop it wit' a mint" talk "Be talkin' so much shit, I'm bound to get hit" talk Talkin' so much shit 'cause I feel I'm a KING Heavy is the head wit' the crown, kiss the ring Goin' nowhere fast, yet to hit the scene But that Print talk?-- It be fresh as Listerine Hook B(x1) Bridge: I make my work more pleasurable, sever the stress out I feel I'm too incredible, I'm ever left out? I go in shittin' on whoever, give no F 'bout The losers whinin' 'bout my win -- kick 'em the F out Hook C(x1): Separate the winners from the losers by a twist of fate Sometimes best investments are those you don't make Look, I'm just talkin' Trump talk, that Trump talk Ya boy out here thinkin' big, do my Trump walk Measure me by all that I accomplish 'cause I do deserve it Makin' Hip-Hop great again, such a selfless service I'm just talkin' Trump talk, that Trump talk Wit' Print talk mixed in, now back the fuck off