The game today

once they reach rock bottom

stuck in a permanent autumn, mind a place of Sodom

talking bout they suicidal thoughts

cant escape, so they go

out like Hemingway and Cobain

with brain splattered all over the hallway

what would tupac say, after he was riddled with shots

on a block after a match of boxing

biggie got shot too with four shots

in an Escalade

after the east and west bull shit escalate

they laying in caskets

now its the birth of mcs that bask in the lime light

think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

going up on the mic

claiming how they got the burner

how they slapping hoes like ike turner

how they got beef with keef

shit this game tainted

like the kool-aid

tools, weighed down by jewlery

tomfoolery on the genre

"Meet my llama?"

The fuck are you saying?

I aint got the mind for this

Narcissist, that cant see through the mist

that's a fallacy, I'm guilty too

of claiming I can defeat your crew