How many Times

how many times

do I gotta tell you it's gametime

lets rhyme

now a days all I here is drama

and each time it gets dumber

I flow like humber

my bars are fire, call em amber

these bitches posing for pics like SNAP

if not that, they be talking shit, CHAT

then they get exposed like polaroids

lyrical exercise, no need for steroids

I nearly beat Nick

so close god damn it

but i still think I best period

beat neal, he knows the deal

haven't heard from him since I told the truth about his high heels

I got respect for PJ but if were talking lyrics

don't worry bro I got it

these bitches talking about how eat out their butt?

nah, but we all know you licked DEEZ NUTS

gotti

it's summer time can you handle the heat?

pressures on, I feel it in the streets

did I freestyle with MK and killed it no AK

the new Mike Tyson, K.Os nobody will be O.K

you chase bitches I chase riches

on my way throw the fakes in the ditches

treating my life like I only got three wishes

how many times

do I have to rhyme

to get to your minds

that everything you find

was originally mine

haven't any heard any more shit talking from Juan and Andrew

talk shit and apologize that's have it goes

Hip Hops dead? Nas im yo hero

yall want my to address

that stupid shit, fuck it I rather undress

you bitch, my side chick

treat her like chips fuck her once never double dip

shout out to my Dominicanio

and Jamicans knocking down Dominos

no pizza

Got a bitch she the mona Lisa

but you see her you better say nice to meet cha

Yea yea we do it

Yea yea you blew it

You had yo chance to make it

You fake it money I rake it

How many times

To gotta I got to rhythm

To get into the lime

Line after line

Like cocain

Main blowing up like fire plus propane

Even tho im on soundcloud they be like oh shit you sound pro main

You bitches talk but never scrap

Like these muthafuckas who write but never rap

Andrew says my lines are wack

but i know he got burned from the fire of his own diss track

did ya hear, this is my year

i not on top, muthafucka ive been there

i dont care, lifes a bitch i know it's not fair

it's a sign that im gonna get signed

A Mixtape still a object, it’s the same damn grind

they cant see my vision, so i guess they blind

Besides Rap and Bitches i dont think there nothing on my mind

except for trouble

watch my money double

and triple

like a baseball player

im 3d, i got more then one layer

Not from philly, but my clothes make me a flyer

you hating on me, means you a lair

i anint no joke

what you say only provokes

fuel to my fire watch the mic smoke

my Energy Remix got over 600 views

but they still question me like it's a interview

this shit fire

how many times bruh

GAMETIME