bout that life

im back, with the back pack,

rap,wrap,

it up then tap the snatch,

if its black,

i run it track,jack,

trying to make a stack,

smoke that sack,

go head relax,

stay away from crack,

blast the gat with the mac,

and attack,that, make it go bla bla,

rack her rack with some yak,

give that dap but her butt i smack,

quick i fix the flat,these rapers wack,

cant fuck with my wolve pack,

we carnivores, we knock on doors,

we drop the force,

sitting in the studio with are posture poor,

finna start a war,writing and hardly bored,

you get cut like the sharpest sword,

shooting for the stars and this marksmen shore,

on target that's a awesome store,

on my top position im boss in more,

she love green like a boston whore,

ill clock your jaw,with a glock laws in core,

cost you four,years in prison that stops the chores,

mary go round in circles like a carnival,

smoking is optional, but probable,

got a bunch of words in my arsenal,

stuck to the rock sea it barnacle,

how you think it feels when people be saying,

your dreams are probable not impossible,

tell my name get read like articles,

i get seen im dirty particles with parts of molecules,

cut em tell he leak the same color of our state bird the cardinal,

im keep on running fucking destroying every obstacle,now im unstoppable,