Listen up

Ok just listen up a littleCause it doesn't seem really as simple

When a simple solution exists

Good rhythm, bad women and better words

you gon get served when I'm writing you this letter

got something a little better in my

Lyrics I spit at a critic cause he's not wit' it,

creatively writing verses and basically spitting sermons,

I’m so fly I wish I had wings

And I don't gotta talk about my feelings or my dealings

Y'all reelin in some bullshit then y'all kill em

Snappin' necks since '05, you see the blood spillin

I'm spitting fire verses tryin to make a million

I'll put ya song in a hurse and throw it off a building

She on my song she a nurse yea we chillin

casualties get worse with analogy particles

Rapidly theirs tragedy with so much agony

Gotta keep ya mentality keep ya mind focused

Don't let ya brain go bowling I'll put these verses up ya colon