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- Pull out the pistol, they flashing they faces,
- Chilling outside, waiting for no traces,
- If you want smoke, I’ll divide the heat,
- I’m the lil' problem they don't wanna meet,
- Homie said he leave em red for the statement,
- But when he back, I’ll be locked in amazement,
- Told em, “Go to Hell,” I’ll be fucking patient,
- Sudden switch, slinging the sickest semantics,
- Slashing the slander, it a savage mechanics
- Circle your block like a buck in rotation,
- Waiting for opps with no luck or location,
- Sharp with the shivs, I shatter the shade quick,
- Shifty as sharks, I’m a shot through the matrix
- Pushing precision, I’m popping and preying
- Packed with the power, I’m plotting and playing
- I don’t play safe when it’s time to lash at faces,
- I blast and laugh at the system, past its graces
- Wicked with wisdom, I whip up the work,
- Money’s the motive, but minding the murk,
- Creeping with clout, I’m the one they’ll convert,
- Knowledge is power, it’s all in the burst.
- Cautious in a coma, my flow’s full of corpses,
- Rapper who act like they trap, but they foreign
- I’m warping the world like I’m caught in orbit,
- You talking loud, better get that piped down,
- I have you running scare, now you hype down,
- Flipping the script, I'm holding it tight now,
- Try to make a move, but you just drowned out,
- I leave em shock, like they in a vape bomb,
- Man, you should’ve motherfucking stayed calm,
- You just a pipe down storm better fake calm.
- Rappers try to stunt but they fronting that’s a butt fuck,
- I ain’t one to run, step and catch a tough one,
- im like a gun bust, you dont want the come up,
- You ain't built for fucking war, better hush up,
- I crush chump leave em leaking when I rush up.
- blood guts Tough luck better not fuck up,
- Stacking my pay stubs, rack ing the same dubs,
- Slapping your fake love, back in the same club.
- I’m hot with the wordplay, sipping on Bom bay,
- Tripping on sun day, drifting the wrong way,
- Running the one way, clicking with gun play,
- Flipping the funds, hey, tricking the run, way.
- The pastor baptized a bastard in blunt phases,
- Stuck in life maze, surviving on chump changes.
- I’m posed to shock when the flow don’t stop
- The dose is lock, my quotes provoke the flock,
- They pack guns, act tough, but they lack funds
- Brilliantly ballistic, busting like bounty thieves
- I damage emcees, brand em like old decrees
- I’m a seed from the deep, I defeat weak tweets,
- I craft clever concepts, collecting all my checks,
- I’m quick to disperse, leave em all in the hearse,
- Curse with the thirst to rehearse this universe.
- My words are a curse, so they trap in my verse,
- Lurk in the dark where the bad men immerse.
- Lights out anytime I speak they get piped down Hype crowd got em jumping like a fight round,
- Strike loud, I’m the storm that wipes towns,
- I break skulls like a Kit Kat, dismantle your goal,
- My rap flows crack domes, and rattle your soul,
- so fuck it do some dumb shit I gotta go
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