disrespect..
• Written by precision
you seem like you are falling off too fast to pause,
my lyrical madness melts your brain = applesauce
got a pound of green for the cause
having young bitches being expendable Droppin draws
all centerfolds with game galore to explore
realization of the illest-ever creation and much more
steady the heavy uprising climb to the top spot
hitting clean up the fourth spot I rock nonstop
divine intertwined regulated rhyme
proceeds me like my reputation, far from finished yet
best to bet, always equipped and coming correct
quick to get chin-checked if I sense any disrespect.
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precision
Member since March 30 2015