Permission Granted

i'm tryna get into the rap game

and they told me i got no permission

but a nigga still hungry, so i took aim

and now my train of thought is on full course collision

fuck who don't support the vision

i know that i was born to get it

...too many corpses to not be a villain

snake ass niggas slithering like they lacking friction

so i chop em up and now i'm grilling in my fucking kitchen

that's what you get for tryna judge me without jurisdiction

thats what you get for tryna stop a nigga on a mission

...too much ambition to run out of ammunition

...too much nutrition hidden in my opposition

I've been watching you niggas play games for a while

since a child, now it's my turn, call it supervision

...that's my super vision...

...get it how you live it...

....i can't forget to mention the tension in my life got my palms itchin

that's why i perform with a vengeance

like a nigga that was sentenced to a pentententiary

....from the flaws of a flawed jury, tryna floss without fllawless jewelry

got em crawling on they knees, like a fiend, like a dog in the heat

wit the weed, he a boss

...till they tossed off the keys, should've tossed off the keys

wouldn't talk if they pleaded with a plea that would cease

such a fall from defeat, OG

...old g's keep me moving to cheese, for the V's imma beast

till i end up wit a place wit a breeze by the sea

smoke rings full of peace, like i'm free.