Break It Down Lyrics

Yo, yo yo Let me break it down to an academic level

That is comprehendible and hopefully maybe even possibly understandable for you

Seems like every time I spit a bar it continuously goes over your head like a do-rag

Now you getting mad at me for something you could never understand

Boy you better get the hint like it's blues clues

I am not the one for giving out a helping hand

That's why I got your girl and it's for a real good reason

Not because I'm trilingual but she knows that if she ever needs a lesson

in some cunnilingus I'm the man to tongue it to her

Whoops, I'm not the one who can teach it to her

Lyrical anomaly, empirically impossible for me

I'm making waves across the globe, you should know me

Wrists so cold, Jack Frost is below me I just booked a flight for my homie

Time for him and I to drink a Mai Tai We don't do Mikes, my guy

I'm chewing this beat like it's big league I don't got the time to take a sick leave

I'm too busy tryna make another big hit Like the ones up in Wrigley

In case you couldn't tell, I am not an everyday Average Joe, no Biggby

I've earned my stripes, I don't need a check mark Just to prove that I'm verified

Better come correct like your homework's being handed to a teacher

I am not the one to fuck with People keep on asking if I'm gonna do a feature

I don't know, I prefer to work alone That's how I got this far

Let me break it down to an academic level That is comprehendible and hopefully

Maybe even possibly understandable for you Seems like every time I make a hit

You got some shit to say in my, mind That's the definition of a potty mouth

But nevertheless I pay it no mind I'm cutting your audio out

And think about taking the Audi out In hopes of catching a body tonight, wow

Maybe just a bit too harsh Better thicken up your skin then

Kinda like a reptilian Unlike you and me, I put the reps in

If you can't handle the pressure Then get to steppin', uh

Starting to think that most of these rappers are brain dead

Not a lot of sense is being made But still you continue to lease another chain

For what little sense you have left Doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me

But to each his own Everybody's got a vice that they cannot control

You're losing your tone, I hear it in your raps

I'm beginning to think that maybe it's time to switch it up a bit

All of the fame is going straight to your head

So it's no wonder why all the shit you be saying online is nothing but cap

Talk about keeping it a hundred but that's not true

I'm double checking the numbers, it ain't adding up, uh

Behind closed doors, all you ever cared about was the benjis

And which chick is getting clapped up on the bed sheets, uh

I don't give a fuck about your Glock 19 or an A to the K

With the double digits saying 47 acting like you can't get sent

Towards heaven, that should go without saying

But in case you didn't understand, let me say it once again

Let me break it down to an academic level that is comprehendible

And hopefully, maybe even possibly understandable for you

Think I made the message pretty clear, so I hope you get the memo

Tryna make a name for myself like Mello

Got an incurable case of tunnel vision

View is looking real long and narrow

Makes sense why every bar that I spit lands with precision like an arrow