Lyrics:

'Consequence'
Yo micorophone check 1 2 what is this
Con took a temp from everyone in the business
You can't be mad at me
Thanks for havin me
I'm from the same devil as Mobb Deep and Tradgedy
Might be on chelsea lately because of all the fame
So I spit a lil game, maybe let her wit a chain
Because stlyez, upon stlyez, upon stylez of what I have
I'm droppin 20,000 when I'm up on 5th ave
I wear the ____ sneakers because the boyz gettin cash
And when we in the club yeah, I swing a louis rag
When it comes to the devils
I'm not a have stuffer
To pass weed is speedier than graffiti on tha leather
Refuse to compete with B.S. competion
That couldn't get signed if they had a petition
I never walk streets thinkin it's all about me
But I know niggas are scheming
So it's under the seat
I just try my best not to dumb on out
A Tribe with the con so you must be buggin' out
'Cudi'
Yo a few new stations
Put me in rotation
They erase the martians
Congradulations
Now my knots is too too thick
Bruskies askin me to do they favorite hit
With fan ese spit a verse and occasionally
I'll blow, I'll S-Strike a chord
And you can thank the lord
As I go in between
The goods and the glam
Listen my submission is wishes of the fan-o
As a segway
I am alone
I'm tryin to get mine
And you should go n get yo own
Smokin my weed because it's therapy for me
When everything seems bleak because the devils 'oversee*'
You be
I fly
You can't be me because yo flow is too shy
I know I'll be the man if the co pull the plug on the autotune
But I can't and thats bawls