Cent sible investments

1 cent, 2 cent, 3 cent, stop

 

I condescend and con this scent when the beat drops.

And put my thoughts in investments and make my shit stocks

But when the beat drops, I kill it when ur fists clenched

and the kicks of the hitters feet stops

Ur a rhymer without a cue dem nigga beat cops,

the sum of all ur acquisitions is a craved stuck

Cluttered the mess with ur face at best

Without an ounce of rest with ur determined cest of rats,

ranked dangerous, u found out that our class is a maiden curse

with a case of burns without a maze in verse sank Icarus

Even if my punchlines fall flat it will still be victorious

U guys are belligerent, figuring all the words u been dwindling,

littering the petty crimes of a detour ring,

bitter ling on her clutter bling with the shutter king With a writers sting

Fuck the worlds u been residing in,

u can keep retrying the pen but u can't keep resigning it ,

Now were left with the wrongfully right, who longed fully fight, achieve

their plight into another flight as far as the sight can Conceive

ur minds another mass insurgency, u can't trust it

even if u plus the mean u can't bust the lead

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head