Put It On

I leave your body broken and my shotty smokin'

Like the Joker plotting his next joke so don't provoke me

Many K's on my cards there's a burning crucifix

With the white hoods like ghosts learning spooky tricks

You better bow down if your the king of SoundCloud

My guns go boom boom and your guns go...

I like to smack bitches, they try to strike me back

But they get laid out on the ground like exercising mats

Start the fire like a matchbox with these boxing matches

And strike the sides so easy like it's boxing practice

Social studies didn't teach you to catch hands like at the Palace

A savage with so much malice

Take a drink of this holy chalice

I can flip the the style so versatile and so clean

Leave you slow in the head like codeine

 

Hook

 

I'm a Nike head, I wear my Nike treads

My style excites the feds

They want to fight me to the death

Keep it moving like officer Barbrady said

Got you waking up in cold sweats from losing old bets

And owing gold debts

You gets no head, from gold diggers

I extract gold nuggets from bald niggas' heads

Go figure, I go bigger make it rain lead

On braindead MCs; we see the same red

Take a rain check, don't say it's painless

It's blatant you got cucked by Lady Luck

The deck's stacked, she stopped texting back

I'm like the wind, knocking your window off it's hinges

You're whack and slow

It's impractical for you to attack the hoes

That cracked the code, your rapping blows