Revenge / Entropy, Pt. II

Ain’t have many enemies, I’m diplomatic with treasury
And winning my specialty, so we finna get it eventually
Ain’t nobody stressing me, I never let pressure get to me
Every moment is heavenly, and so I look up where the blessing be
No time for the revelry, that coming after ceremony
My life is a Grammy speech, but my lady the centrepiece
Ain’t having 'em sweating me, homie these rappers is special needs
We doing this for necessity, fuck it, I do it for legacy
Fuck it, I rock 'til I’m seventy, y’all gotta excuse the obscenity
Get in the way and you dead to me, bitch, I am an entity
I got a hustler tendency, I’m needing all of my equity
I’m tryina eat like a Kennedy, lobster linguine with sesame
Lamp at the crib with serenity, plus it has all the amenities
I got a buzz like amphetamine, can’t even feel my extremities
I am on point with the remedy, spiritually, physically, mentally
Can’t even hide my identity, out in the streets I’m a legend, B
They really fuck with me heavily, Notion just passed me the Hennessy
Reppin' back home like an embassy, I’m looking down on the peasantry
Sickest MC of the century, ain’t putting that in parentheses
TMF have the chemistry, we ain’t the ones for some brevity
We got some catalogue density, they cannot fuck with us presently
Primarily separately, but it’s a family generally
Y’all falling off like it’s leprosy, I’m killing y’all endlessly
Revenge becomes entropy, I’m done with the empathy
Yeah, I am done with the wack shit, I ain’t fuck with these trash kids
I ain’t come 'til the plans shift, I am one with the plat disc
Industry been a racket, this is deeper than rap shit
Running the clique like a fascist, Lenin when I’m in the lab, bitch
No exception, no asterisk, me and success an exact fit
No Allen I, no practice, stay ready, no chances
To the team, this is tacit, we in this til the cash hit
Fighting myself like I’m Brad Pitt, looking as fresh as a champ is
Chains and a black knit, logo all over my jacket
Smelling like money and hashish, I ain’t worried a damn bit
They ask if I had quit, homie the opposite happened
I had the Movement in transit, talk low, no caption
Ain’t no half in, tryina blow, no brass wind
This a whole new canvas, every flow stay classic
In control like Janet, I ain’t know no damage
Every beer, I drank it, celebrate like Khaled
Dining on pheasant and rabbit, vino and chalices, Hamlet
TMF been ran shit, Cee, Nosh, we flagships
Go hard, no flaccid, running wherever the bank is
Off the coast with a tan sick, on the phone where the apps is
My queen is a bad bitch, real ass, no plastic
CEO status, winning is one of her habits
New hope, who the Fam is, crew close to the action
Best revenge is adapting, entropy for the laggards, yeah