Possible, nigga, you might try stopping me, but obviously, boy, you ain't thinking properly. My philosophy is to keep the shit poppin' beat, showin' you stupid fuckers how true hip-hop should be its costume. Who sleep this night's keepin' shit tight? Peeping the madness, sad to me deeply, I, gentrification, a new prison administration of a black man's struggle. I'm the livin' interpretation, this is my man's the face and word to Zulu Nation. Still got chicks waiting all sick and impatient. Nowadays they all got game, all my fame, they all complain. So all I wanna some brain, until you industry suck up, your girl, she out some bombshit, I stuck it, you don't like it. So I guess we got conflict. Clean dope, this is dog like nigga, the new generation of my fucking fuckers. You can catch me shooting dice in a dark alley, rocking clocks and valleys. Lot of niggas asked him, he hodded a spark, calmy, cats on my block, they stay wild and stay gettin' thrown on the island and sell you the phone dialing. Niggas walkin' round with gold teeth and old beef, it's no wonder why niggas lies so creep. Lot of cats try and extortion line the courtman, got their moms thinkin' bout him, crying in court for the conflict. Conflict, look, promise all I'm born, if you look any row we got a conflict. If you walk in the streets, so if you hit the club, talk me to freaks, we got a conflict. I got a headless, sickin' eight, it's on it. Conflict. It's conflict, souls at war, forces at war, countries at war, that's why that nigga's duffin' the four, pumpin' the roar, chuffin' the long. Uh-huh, I get a superstar with flycars, now we slump out the door, I'm life gone. And now we lost another icon, should he have squashed the beef, but let the bygones be bygones, can't be weak in these streets. Gotta stay on some strong shit, a lot of niggas want to rep, that's why this conflict. When I splash on these tracks like belly flops and belly stops, I knock niggas out of the box like Kelly tops. Niggas know spitting these fires, status quo, the baddest flow, I do it to free, but I'm glad it's dope. My flow's melt the wax like candles, can you handle it? When I shoot you when your foot turn your temper, lands in the sandals, and that's where the boy hands slick and my nigga's strick. You sick, think you want in this conflict, nigga. Conflict, look, promise all I'm born, if you look any row we got a conflict. Walkin' to streets, so you've been in the club, talkin' to freaks we got a conflict. You gotta hit this and date this on it. Conflict. Thanks for watching!