‘Morning Breath (The Wake-Up)’

In the mix like Billboard singles, cuttin' edge
Native Tongue like Iriquois, liquid sword, scalp heads
Then brainwash niggaz, lead the blind wit' foresight
Bring the lost ones towards the light
Lately I've been slackin', my head in the clouds
Feet kickin' like I'm 'bout to drown, swear I'll never touch the ground
It's OV once I get started, villain of the game
Started out a hero, playin' by rules that weren't created fair
Now I act like they don't exist
Not committed to shit that y'all indoctrine
Feelin' like I'm breathin' different oxygen
Watchin' bitches pop shit, lips leak excrement instead of collagen
If you ain't 'bout it, get outed like three strikes
Take it up wit' the umpire, while I take it into extra innings
Pitch sumpin' fierce, insult to injury
Curve that ass while I'm throwed, fuck nigga remember me
Rappers be co-dependent, I'm just the coldest pennin'
Speak of those who made me feel offended
Laugh at niggaz complain 'bout a drop in popularity
Y'all were never popular to begin wit', that's trill shit
Get dealt wit', head pelted
Beaten down by a angry mob for doin' ya hater job
Ashamed of y'all, can't even collab on tracks
Niggaz tellin' you ya nice in place of wack
Check ya facts, I've come a long way, workin' day an' night
Progress to awe-inspire those who don't believe in Eddie White
Kickin' it since Rocky an' Colt kicked back
Whoop ass from my brewery, fuck a six-pack
Now twist that shit up in ya vega an' smoke it
Shit I'm on is too strong, niggaz can't even toke it
Done jokin', back focused; Don Juan, not Juan Pablo
Heckler an' Koch flow send Hobbits back to they grotto
Vato-- fuck a motto
The way I hock flows it's like my mouth bustin' hollows
Laidback Cab Callaway, deep wit' the ink like a octo
20,000 leagues, dice niggaz like toma-toes
The sun comes out tomorrow, so while the morons slept
I wrote some hot shit, wake up to this morning breath