No biggie

Razor coming at your throat,

Better go big or go home,

I grab the microphone and melt the metal or the chrome,

I might sold on never sell out or bail out,

I mail out my jail house,

then plan how I break out,

they stake out I stay low,

Never stay close to the place i call home,

Get the scope raised and pray for a different way,

Day by day I bake a cake,

for profit,

its logic on the beat,

Im on it versace on my feet,

On my wrist and on my teeth,

got grills, never pop pills,

Forever cop real drop tops,

I get a deal,

Trade a verse for the ferrari and a woman on my body,

On my couch be watching maury,

I do this for the gory from killing beats and telling stories,

stacking bodies, jason vorhees, im up to 40,

And I only hear myself, cause all these other rappers boring,

ill always keep exploring posting warning signs on territories,

got that cold hard flow,

that bold mach 4,

speed of light I might go,

Wont come back, or look back,

matter fact ill stay at that,

cause all these other rappers wack,

gimme a bat, matter fact give me a gat,

Then ill bust a rap, 16 flat,