[Verse 1]
I come from the boom bap era and I'm still relevant (OG)
You sell drugs and don't use them, streets taught you well (Facts)
Paying attention only when we're talking about crimes
Sent to the pen', cuffs on my feet, to put them on I have to kneel
I can't complain 'cause it's my choice to throw on a ski mask
But I have to admit, I'm disgusted by these fuckin' screw that search you
On what side am I on? S1 down right it was Bagdad
School for thugs and savages, when there's no more weed don't act dumb (Eh)
My wisdom's my bodygard, I meditate towards the East
I keep my third eye on "tracking" so I see you coming when you look for me, bless
My North-Eastern flow and aura are flawless
My name still carries weight, still solid in the rap game even when I stay low
Them, they play too much and lie too much, don't take it personally
I made it without caring for fame, I'm fresh from the cradle, so
Everything comes to me easily, I don't have to work hard
I act like an OG who still has his OG Concord (Yeah)

[Chrorus]
I'm not like those who disrespect the game like renegades
Rap's like a lick that needs to be hit yeah yeah
The streets are in my blood without injection
The truth is in the details, the fakes have skipped too many pages (Too many pages)
Paid my dues since way back, that's what I promote
Over here it's street talk, here in the rap game I endure a lot (I endure a lot)
Crew's is savage, yeah so what ?
Either in a group or solo gang, I come from the streets, I endure a lot
[Verse 2]
Some are fascinated by the street life, they envy it
I'm born in this universe, these fakes have been created in vitro
I'm arrogant to the pessimists, too macho for the feminists
I'mma stay Ticaso on the mic, no need to change
Still the goat, cold the way I distill the flow, dope
Bro the way I line up the words' like a scope on an AR-15 (Like a scope)
Like Basquiat but lyrically, guys don't even understand
Behind each bar there's a scoop, if you feel threatened it's not that deep
Everything I spit is going to affect you even if you're behind the glass
I fuck up the competition's vibe, just like when a nice deal gets fucked up
Even if times are stressful I always find time to grill my teeth (Hahaha)
These MCs are mad that I'm coming back, they all screamed at the same time
I don't want it on the grill, medium-rare please, I know my beefs
My teacher didn't teach me anything, they just keep on talking
There's a lot of street game that I put through your speakers
There's no need to discuss it, I'm the GOAT so don't speak about it

[Chrorus]
I'm not like those who disrespect the game like renegades
Rap's like a lick that needs to be hit yeah yeah
The streets are in my blood without injection
The truth is in the details, the fakes have skipped too many pages (Too many pages)
Paid my dues since way back, that's what I promote
Over here it's street talk, here in the rap game I endure a lot (I endure a lot)
Crew's is savage, yeah so what ?
Either in a group or solo gang, I come from the streets, I endure a lot