Untitled Song

Talk that trash? I expose you for the cash grab.

Ash black, lungs from the pressure, I gas that,

Comical rivals crumble, they barely topical.

Optional? Never—my dominance is optimal,

Audible shots fire, my presence is volatile.

Deceitful people plotting, their energy is feeble.

They out here snatching purses, plotting petty,

matching curses, I’m crafting verses,

that leave em gasping, scratching surfaces,

Actions worthless, fake moves, they lacking purpose,

I’m stacking service,

breaking barriers, cracking circuits.

They jacking off, flexing but they acting soft,

You lacking boss, rhymes weak like plastic frost,

I’m crafting thoughts, you just slacking off

Fold fools up quick, creased lines on bodies.

ya weak schemes smell musty like dirty laundry