‘#BONUS: #NFEShit: The Next Chapter’

Verse:
Niggaz thought I was done, shit's just commencin'
From the +TIP+, tryna +FOIL+ like a match of fencin'
Refusal to change an' they mad offended
Raw offensive, escaped where they had me fenced-in
{-} Said I would quit, but I wasn't pretendin'
Gave it a once over, said this ain't how it's endin'
Just gotta move back, –rework what I intended
Stick to my guns, no Second Amendment
{-} Foodforthought, full-line like vendin'
All heart an' soul, NFE's ascendin'
Say it wit' my chest, no regrets or takebacks
{-} Street-smart flow/Flo, but– no Vic Tayback
Hooks like junkyard cranes
E'ry track puttin' niggaz in a scrap heap
Sauce like mesquite, on a Havoc rap beat
Niggaz lack/lac like teats, but I'm back like Backstreet
Preach on the beat 'til they speak in tongues
Fools gettin' broiled from the heat I brung
No need to reach, go deep to build
Say it's all on YOU/EWE like sheep in a field
Or all on YOU like we finna +CRANK THAT+
{-} Take it on the road, I'ma Winnebague [Winnebago] that
Hear 'em when he flow, not a really vague cat
Moreso in ya' face, like– where the stage at
{-} Hit 'em all in they neck an' wave cap
Ain't ever gotta surf when you where the wave at
Yeah, –I been live, need a studio audience
Fools won't survive, once dude bring the slaughter in
Foolin' 'em all again, like the court jester
{-} Armstrong or Triboulet, strong an' he don't play
Stay armed wit' them bars, on Mars where he gon' stay
Peep where the chips fall, all salt like Frito-lay
{-} I'm just lettin' this shit build
No other way to put it, 'cept to tell you this shit's real
Slow an' steady does it, lettin' my heart heal
My ex fucked me over after seein' my heart spilled
Know how much I love her, now she a cold bitch
I keep pressin' on, though I'm feelin' my soul split
Same ol' song, an' you flowin' the whole shit
Karma's a muhfucka whenever the roles switch
But– hop to it, chop-chop, carry on
Head high, keep calm, good vibes? Very strong
You can count on me, Semper Fi wit' e'ry song
{-} Take it all back if I see I was ever wrong
Toss it in my stew, seasonin' when the soup's on
No more holdin' back an' hittin' y'all wit' a soupçon
Back in, back to work, throwin' my suit on
{-} I'm Sandman at Apollo, you get the boot -- gone