Verse One:
It’s like, each time a forum is opened to show talent
There’s a crab nigga doubting your talent to throw you off your balance
Irritation’s visible like sole callus
Once my cold stare gives you nightmares, you’re screaming, “No Malice”
Like Pusha-T’s brother, I’ll crush your credentials
To keep from getting roasted, save the jokes and riddles for Comedy Central
To you, my process is mysterious
To the point where niggaz wonder if I meet the criteria
Of spittin’; I’ll get raw on you for acting delirious
With many years of experience, this skill trade is serious
Serve a word, I’ll perfect it; superb once connected
While local fools neglect it, overseas respect it
On the spot, I’m shutting down your dissidents
Through sickening prose, I’m riveting like Rosemary’s babies’ christening
The sun (son) shines the brightest, y’all hardly sparking and glistening
To the forefront, I’d breed life with no ghostwriter’s assistance
My intellect alone reigns prominence
As passion meets confidence, this mind state is opulent
Word to Ras, you muhfuggaz should’ve stayed anonymous
Your ignorance gon’ break you niggaz like political promises
Stunt like you’re the Don of this grind and grit
Loud sparks about your dominance just tells me that you’re not equipped
Blocking’s just gon’ get you fake piranhas ripped in this metropolis
Though you pop your lips, you ain’t stopping shit

Hook (2x):
We crash your parties ‘cause you’re pissing on parades
Trying to call it tough love when you’re really throwing shades
It’s not my fault you’re too scared to shine
Now, mind your own business and let me take care of mine

Verse Two:
With bone-headed moves, there’s no denying the fact
Y’all like The First 48, when one slips, everybody get cracked
Provoke hidden threats, but cry when attacked
Getting bent off that liquid courage, but moving like they’re supplying you smack
Then you ride the bozack as you set your eyes on the stats
To find a space among these artists’ contacts
Bandwagoners are barred for their acts
Now, I know the feeling when queens kill the myth that all girlies do is lie on their backs
Then, names go bad in shame; nomads remain so wrapped in fame
My flows smash while lames get toe-tagged
Then, grave’s your next turf ‘cause you uttered your disrespectful excerpts
Bird chest plus hot lead equals a wet shirt
I bet jerks will think twice before they misconstrue the word network (Nettwerk)
Maybe, y’all will learn something from experts
Plus, niggaz get too hyped ‘til they start spoiling your night
Out of spite, violate your human rights to pick a fight
With much strife, you lose your life and leave a widow in the night
Another mystery of life; can’t forget these business sites
With that Iago Complex, poisoning your mental
From the snakes, your hard work loses value like a shitty Pinto
A Judas runs your business, morals get stripped
As for raises and bonuses, cancel Christmas
The bullshit will make you want to put niggaz to death by stoning
When bad seeds rule, expect a grand closing

Hook (5x):
We crash your parties ‘cause you’re pissing on parades
Trying to call it tough love when you’re really throwing shades
It’s not my fault you’re too scared to shine
Now, mind your own business and let me take care of mine

Mind your own business and let me take care of mine
Mind your own business and let me take care of mine
Yeeeaaahhhh!