Not for the faint of heart
Dirty mind brainwash him to Plague his thoughts yeah
Put your whole fam on a smack cam got damn ,
Hard punchlines boutta break my hand!
Niggas sipping lean can't stand
When I get to rapping these stanzas oh man demanding I don't go ape shit bananas they cup runneth over no one Can't handle this-
Gambling souls and the coin gon' flip, hey-
This is in my genes so I'm having a fit no battling this - Oh Shit
I am your competition
I'm pissed and I don't want a pot to piss in
That god is dishin concepts tryna block them thoughts of murder now lock is missing (What)
No stopping em' go pro vision so clear and I know no limits
No no miss I don't want cho' digits I don't need those bitches see I'm married to the game I propose Imma win (Let's get it)
Overly focused distraction is potent a dreamer I'm back on my old shit...
Flow is an ocean I'm smoother than lotion inertia superb and I heard ya I'm Nicer than suburbs
Still i'm Ray Ricing ya Mother for fun if I'm board then I hack into motherboards
Move low key like an underscore (yeah)
Back to rap that'll stab into souls like you stepped on a tack
Patching the game with a ratchet- hold it in tact if you lacking you will get slashed in the back matter fact slapped to the past where they keep scrapping for capital give a damn about cash
Grind for the craft when I spit that crack
Bag it I'm flippin that fast
(Hey, Hey)-
Present presented to you by this penmanship get it I go over heads with this mentally I need therapist
Physically Hercules bet than I'm bearing the weight of this pencil and every regret that i sentenced in lead on my chest
Spiritually heavenly yes
Develish looks so the dressing be fresher than vinaigrette
Ain't finished yet

Ain't finished yet!

Can you feel dat?
Can you feel dat?
Check!

Thought I told you it's no catchin'em on the road so he roaming his own path with the most golden of gonads got the guts and the roughness to go all 12 rounds in the booth
Loud and obtuse when I'm shouting the truth
I'm around now Sounded the cue boutta chow down
Just a wild child outting ya tooth with a Round house just for kicks-
Im a get my Crown!
All these dudes think they have it
But couldn't wrap if it was Christmas Eve in Taco Bell (Facts)...(Facts)
No room for the half ass-
I'm the last of the cats that'll rap to the throat rasp so
hold your thoughts brain blast going off showing off catch this cobra talk
Hiss when I spit that poison
listen to misfit noises this boy had fixing to hit dicton sick voice and a quick wit to addict you What
Can't get enough when I kill shit rough
Clever with a twist of the savage
Shiftin the habits of a rapper I be that style that's so dapper AhhYeah!
You feel it feel it? The shift is nearing I feel it feel it
This music healing appealing spit for yo spirit (Yeah!)
A lovely sound but if he dissing I put him DOWN
They found me now so they gon' come around- come around..(Hey)
Let's get it,
stormin' the scene under seige imma rain hail like I spit wet and it freeze
Best in the east
Test similes till my last breath chest hitting beats
Convinced I'm a prophet cause these niggas spit so robotic they rituals pitiful mission impossible wasn't a challenge so when it get tough don't expect me to stop it I got it I got it I got it! Take shots like the rockets
I'm hot so they stopping and dropping!
Drunk from the bars so you tipsy but this is the balance got Knox in yo heart like a promise oh Damn!
Yeah..Oh Damn...did at again..
Hey!

Yeah!
Shoutout Trae..Shoutout Chaotix...
tell your friends this shit is hot,

Peace out,