All you now haters used to be my spectators

Dirty game slick players

They quick wanna be famous

They have a long road to go still

Fling skills post most don't

Know the blows when the caps pill

Don't let the rumors hit ya

Gunmen scripture

Caught in the act they stole tracks

Blamed the liquor

The most dominant gunmen attacking holding bombs

In hand

Throw it on them kids who tried competing with

The documents

Recognize the best in this game feel the blessings

Town without passion we rule without a question

What now we made u this official drop out

You kept the doors locked

But fuck it I'm about to blow the locks out

I'm always freaking

Watch me reason in a judgment season

Allow me to be chosen with the post

That most be needing

Most of y'all sleeping

Postmen gave them treatments

Teachings by the laws of men

Forced to men I'm specimen



I told ya Postmen's roots and culture



These stolen arts

Now stars fronting hard

Now me and Lars

Socialized deviced this for life

Still most starve

To those involved they knew the Volvo

S40 heavy cargo docks borough

Diablo maceo gunmen steelo

We post promos print polo's

Kids dress baggy like komo

My styles stings locals

Kills and travels global

Entire platforms blown

Got cloodned by a nono

Because of fraud most of y'all got stuck in

Their mirage

Got their stuff packed in their garage

Dreams about living large they failed bizarre

Braggin shit over 48 bars

Gettin'jiggy with the industry

And hope to hit the charts

They study songs to long

So it adapts to the songs they put on

They even copied the equipment they once heard

They loop on

Sick thoughts

Sick of y'all rip offs

Sick of y'all plots

Sick of y'all men calling yourself real but ain't not

Convicted for a crime called arts stolen

See the judge be the post kid y'all failed opposing

Dockers will be rolling large never roll with Stolen arts

Keep my art original when fail I'll be a criminal

I told ya