"On My Life / HELPLESS"

Verse 1:
Niggaz bein' humble, shit still ain't make 'em none
All they do is fumble, get the pass an' can't fuckin' run
Runnin' off they yap, but to a king, they some fuckin' pawns
Gotta let 'em know that, I gotta let 'em know that
Shiiiit, this ain't nada to a e-e-e-e-e-expert
Listenin' to a muthafuckin' master a-a-a-a-a-at work
Ain't shit sweet, but y'all lookin' like that de-es-sert
Fuck - how I do mine, need to focus on ya' ne-et-worth
Bitchez love to say, that I'm wastin' my time
29 an' still ain't signed, but my patience is fine
Slow an' steady win that race, bruh I patiently grind
Picture perfect, fuckin' worth it, came to take what is mine
Still waters run deep, it's a beast beneath the eloquence
More than worth my weight on beats, like eighteen elephants
Tippin' the scale, Heaven help us before I rip into Hell
Listen up -- sixteens, rippin' 'em well

Hook(x1):
Oh my God, looka here, here's another one
Pro'lly thinkin' right now "Where this brotha from?"
Here it come, here it come, yes -- another one
On my life, I swear: you gon' feel it, son
Jettin' like a thief in the night, yo
Momma didn't know she raised a psycho
Here me spazzin' on tracks, cold as ice flow
Yeah I put that right there on my life, bro

**gunshot**

Hook(x2):
Throwin' rocks then go an' hide ya hands, huh?
Betcha think ya' tough standin' right beside ya' mans, huh?
'Til a nigga catch you one-on-one, get felled quick
'Cause I ain't buyin' that shit, I know ya' helpless

Verse 2:
Never competition, murder in the first degree
Sicker than a veteran pedo up in a nursery
Niggaz better know the protocol 'fore they come versus me
Rip the gristle out of WHOEVER thinkin' they Hercules
'Cause Hercules be really He Who Writes the Heat
That's me; no need for anger translated by Keegan Michael Key
'Cause I show plenty aggression, you needn't fight wit' me
Muthafuck that freestyle shit, beat me wit' writin', G
Come off the top all you want -- ya' frees ain't intricate
Be leavin' ignorant, end up freezin' when you seein' Print
I'll leave a imprint, the reminder? - I'll be back for ya' spot
'Til then, sit back an' relax, shut ya' trap -- you yack a lot
Fools, thought I was down, raised the ground up under 'em
Tore 'em asunder for slumberin', hunger turned to ten

**explosion**