Rap Phenom

razors back, no glock, hands tied behind my back,

dont need to fight man i dont even need to act,

shut your trap, cut the act, matter fact, stop yapping

all i make is art, you just an artifact man,

im all over the radios, you overreacting,

only way ill interact if its part of the contract,

got a bunch of bitches gotta keep em all compact,

that way they wont gossip when im gone getting profit,

drop one in the hole and they all tell me i lost it,

but then i take one out, they look at me as a prophet,

they getting expensive, burning holes in my pockets,

stop it,

my shit like a comit, these type of bars rare,

your shit aint well done, it make me vomit,

if you aint any better no need for your comment,

so stay shut while i raise cups with their contents,

and by the way who stay victorious, rip notorious,

ever since sway i been saying this niggas raps is glorious,

so while you chill with pac ill be chillin, sitting, pouring one,

the good go early, so im left to mourn a son,