Strapped

Too chill, too chill, rapping with no skill, where's my xanys I need a refill

Y'all rapper's like who am I gon kill, your fake is set to spill.

Let's keep it a mill, you going broke rapping bout money ain't it funny

We're living in a fantasy, some idiotic mentality, oh babe your a tragedy.

Black crime, white grime, red blood slime, damn being real must be a felony

My lover be my enemy and my lover me another memory.

Been 2 years and your love got me like slavery for a chick that's just thirsty

Got me in some mass shooting energy, like bitch do you miss me? Cause damn this be killing me

She like probably but I'm more hungry. You slut with a fat gut

Drank your lies as in syrup, go killer doll as in chuck, like damn you suck

Your grave you dug, look in the eyes of havoc.

You stuck on flack, turn back on the attack, pull out the pistol and shoot like Shaq

Some say I'm a maniac, I just reply with leave your name and thanks for your feedback

But y'all can eat a sack, weather I'm carrying a backpack or on the comeback,

You can't say I'm wack, old Honda waving that American flag

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Put you in cardiac when I save for that cadillac, eat up my girl like a snack

Sniff these haters off as in crack, sniff off the politics like get the F back

I got the hack, go TNA with the Impact