Workman's Comp

Put in hard work in the streets, got a choke hold on teams

Call me Draymond Green... I stay hardcore in these streets

When the art form released, it'll lift the reprieve

Death sentence unleashed, news outlets start reporting stories

Of all my enemies deceased, par for the course

I'm yelling FOUR, tee off on these beats, Master MC

Popeye poppin cans of spinach threatening

To assert my despot dominion, diminishing

Your obsolescent lineage with My Expert Opinion

Sinister flawless Mortal Kombat victory finishes

Golfing on ya land, might at well be the Indians

Rockin skirt apparel, ponytails, bows and arrows

The straight and narrow lead you into a loaded barrel

Jordan my AIR apparent, I'm his GOAT ya'll some Karen's

This OG, ya'll the variants... I'm the parent who got you

Running errands with a gun in hand hunting scared