I'm too blunted, double dutching, jumping an opp type obnoxious
Draw you a box, chalk in the street, I hop skotch him
I be the Mozart, Bach, with Basquiat composites
Walking the block with rottweilers politicking with scholars
Acknowledge the laws of power and unrighteous dollars
In god we trust, 'til we gotta buck a coward
ABW, I fucks with you
Blaze a blunt or two, the haze be tasting wonderful..
Sage wonder who they paid to rage in front of you
I see a lot weaks on my end, your days numbered too
By the time this drop on day number two
They gon say that Sage Won, they number two
Guess you aint sharp with your pencil, i'm awfully suspenseful
You oughtta let a king author commence you
& if ya heart Harden, let a rocket come get you
My ambiance like a late Christopher Wallace revengeful
Love it when she call me papi, it's special
Baby gave me the lady snot box, oh God I'ma bless you
Sexy colombiana wanna top me all sloppy
Cool.. I be all up in her brains like an autopsy
Box lovely with the footwork, you should be warned
Jab step sharper than Carmelo with the hoodie on
I resemble the old pharaohs
Dummy you resemble the mummy they toe-tag you
Understand? Follow the Mic or I Joe Jack you
Drove past smoke open your grill from an old camaro
See the light if I hold a barrel
Tell heaven, if son raise.. better get your soul a panel
.. You aint make a decision?
Like you don't see I'm crazy with writtens?
Always too smart for bars, stayed away from the prison
Aint have to cut it with Cain if i was Able and willing
Got a talent with the rapping, I could make a living
If I'm saying it real then they be able to feel it
The homie hov said success is like suicide...
Shit, should've known from the jump that I could make me a killing...