10 minutes

Step in the booth, every mic gets mangled,

Chains on my neck, but I ain't get strangled.

Hundred-round drum, make ‘em dance, no tango

Hollows hit his chest, turn his shirt to a red one.

Money on my mind, I don’t think, I just get it,

Whip so clean, got the Pope tryna bless it.

Chopper got a beam, leave a mark when I press it,

Flex on these rappers like gym reps, no question.

I don’t do friends, only fam, no leeches,

Everybody eatin’ at the table, no pieces.

If I say the word, then your whole squad ceases,

Silence on the Glock, let it talk like speeches

Big fish moves, boy, you barely a guppy,

Say the wrong name, turn his brains into slushie.

Bitch on my lap and she rollin’ up musty,

Money too long, can’t fold, too chunky!