 I guess I got a point with all that No prospect got no money stash No career what you want to do rap No job Borderline hobo Move it slow mo, no hoes and no don't One life to give, one life to live No yard, no crows and kicks We broken wigs with future hair Not stopping here The gods in here No tomorrow, the basis of my pay Is more than a model, lost in a bottle Faced down first in a puddle Stuck in a model with too many meals To be jacked under this is a hustle Only bother writing if it's worth it See I came from the under to the surface I ain't searching for your worship It's only God who I feel should be worship Cause nobody's perfect I may be wiling out with the herb lit With the beaks I'm repeat making words fit I ain't a wordsmith I'm just trying to make it right Making sense of my life while I'm worth it Cause it's worth it All these kinds of careers when I've done this For fuck's sake let's fuck up this Hear my beat you feeling blue so you can get this Yo, yo, yo I'm slipping and I'm calling Mind is giving me a warning time Sticking and I'm stalling life Sipping with a caution I'm literally calling Weekend comes I'm drinking till I'm calling And I think it's out of order Mind living like the chorus How long till the doctor's picking I'm on organs and they ship me to the morgue And there's just cartilage and bone left Living kind of grossest Fuckin' Rewind on the route I was raised to this day By the very streets I walked down I've been paving my way And as the years pass by The path's breaking away so step on the crack And break it back cause life's into a mess I beat through the stress, take two hits to the chest Who would've ever thought the life would put this kid to the test Or like I'm really doing now it's just sitting Reflect I met bolts about our prestige Met the girls and went to the bar to show And I have two lagers mate, calling safe My girls in the car today So if you ordered a coke and then a shard and ate the shard I drew three hours starving, planes could eat To start a carverie in a chocolate cake I went back to mind, had a son He brushed my teeth, put on a mardi spray And the best hints from Marvin Gaye About the hardest day, about the longest day So I'll pour some cabossier Having two jobs and getting sat from one is long Honestly, I didn't do fuck all But I wanna stay, I wanna go on holiday But I can't afford that with half the pay That I'm used to Then they have pee, yeah I'm used to But I'm always buying new shoes I'm always like a booze, booze Look, I met bolts about half a six Met the chicks, went to the bits on the split And wiped our chairs The next day I was at the pub, the early doors Not with many men, but I'm roaring with 30 boys And the rest of it, it was an estimate All I know is that I'm going home With less than And in knots, I'm one of the best in it Cos I'm the best in it So don't be testing it When your girlfriend's car is very clean Cleaning is when you're cleaning It's not bad cheating It's all up with my gangsters, they know what I mean All up in all that keepin' friends, keepin' it I'm like, never before did this me and this me And now you miss me, you miss me, cos you're in heaven I'm in hell, hell's when you're in the station Or you're stuck in a jail What's that, freestyle? I'm gonna say it again as someone else Trump you're 60 Yo, I just too much killings Dying on in that rascal community That's what I'm talking about right now Yo, I grip my AK To see my brothers dying on the road It's breaking my art, my art But everybody's crying over their spilt milk What about spilt blood? That's different That's what's killing these young fucks Bricks and cities a place everybody has heard of And every single day somebody else start getting murdered But we all need time to grow Whether we go to heaven or hell We just don't know, but we got choices Got flows cold as an arctic winter Temperatures changed while Ken hits the page We start to shiver, I'll turn the bark of a hell hound Into a harm and squimp, I slaughter challenges My sort of massacres will start all Hitler I'm in a permanent state of murderous rage Every time my verse is a sprayed Bible's verse The flames must be scarred, witchcraft Put a curse on a mage, cut a magic My rats captures, leaving murder in the maze Dislike, yo, two on point At the top of the head like I'm a viking I bring the vibes in, straight whack Man's like Antranken and my hyping Vocals rip them to pieces like the hyping of Skyrim No cakes, no mush, it's lightning Got them two jigs, two skills, two I choke you out Like a hyphen, people within I'm only safe in the asylum, too sick Heads get burnt like Rubik, truly frightening Cause every bar is as sharp as a scimitar And I treat them canned straps Wizards starve at different costs When I'm spitting bars, rappers take their hard But full-short in comparison, like Patrick Bateman's business card Gets smoked like a raster man's weed Smash the damn scene like raster stampede Let's kill it in practice I attack the damn beat When they just roll over it like practice down streets Matchless man's beats get burnt Every verse savage, superb tactics Turn back to earn ashes Wait, why are you waving? I went there and I don't care It's a lot of opposite rounds Bitches getting fingered on the sofa with his pain In the background I get slumped for that dinero you can suffer Motherfuckers, they're just down for whatever Cause we're southerners, police don't even want it Running riot rows and rockets terrorizing all the public Think we don't give a fuck, you better be home quick And take cover for joy, your swords are sorcery I don't need the knife to cut the mustard I'm a master of the arts R.D. when he's shucked it A gift for the curse, give him this work Then make him redundant, thymine in a rug Still won't be discovered, fuck it I'ma continue to, does this, cause I love this Clip for the cash and into the pack Like Bruce Bieber, the roughest puncher Save your speeches, a pain discussion Implicit egos get punched Rhyme me, Mr. Hankey, you're on the trap People all around you shit To them yellow bricks For those who smoke their benefits A rogue that roam and sit home alone Stoned in their tenements, he's both more intelligent Street smart, battle with guns, don't speak You need the eye to see spark Sweet words to sweet talk, it's sweet art See tasks, get speech parsed Now I lay in Georgia for needs part Them guy lay giving up the need to laugh For now I'm more than a puffer draw What now a peach can add Mines tell me if you see my life I know the reasons why I find it so hard Though we could teach Kevin Cushing of the dark Came to race 11 again, so you're my breaders In the pen, I'm penning for them All of my brothers from the ends, I'm rapping for them You're on the bout to go in, just like I said In defense, I'm making reference lines Court your rich, get some devs, get the message Like an SMS mod for iron bars And going hard like by car when it's getting the press What did you brothers expect? I'm putting time like a lengthy stretch I'm back now, the product is cracked now I'm back to spinning wraps out to the blackout And penniless, so y'all remember Days when I was penniless And now I've got the smell of success That's the heaven sent, tell them that I'm heaven sent I just throw these words together like a spelling test Until you brothers get the picture like an MMS I'm on my DJ Khaled telling we the best Bags beneath my eyes, I can't even slip But to my eyes, I'm seeing backs And I won't even rest, I can't afford to be Slipping like DMX So y'all remember livin' off the DSS Drop seekers checks, cold beans and bread I bet you brothers miss the point Like Chitlanita says I mean these MCs I kill with these just like me, your best Your remorse won't spare a fall Brothers chatting all that breeze I just dare it all Got me feelin' like my Wolverine takers Only think that I've rather been here in this bare talk Let's go, let's go Yo, I'm stuck for whatever I come out with, that's not squad then Come on, come, come, come, come Yo, listen, listen, yo I've just been sittin', drink sippin' Minds lippin', mouth got a big slippin' I've been slippin', I've been winning Dracks on watch that my chin drippin' Been drippin', been drippin' Been drippin', how I like Stick with me, with big titties Thinkin' how I've been livin' I'll stick with it, I won't ever switch Give me Johnny the new winter league chicks in The devil loves the way I've been sittin' He loves I'm sick with it My mobile number only got six digits Six, six, scores of heavens I'll take back that you shittin' me You stubble on that night, it's G That's why I've won nine-five times this week Grew up on that gravy scene What I've been stickin' with if I didn't have a knife on me Dundada, what that on my CV Equal amount of whiting me I still class me as IC3 Listen, yo I'm tryin' to do it like it's never been Ever done before, I meant to get mine Better come with yours, shut down, shut What I've got in store is somethin' pure The throne is what I'm comin' for And some are dawg, some ignore me Those ones that see me poppin' off this summer surely What I'ma do next, yeah, that's another story I come for tons of glory, I've been grindin' in these slums Fourteen, yeah, that's when I started writin' food Say that I'm the bum, I like to fuse Step up on the stage, ignite the room They say they like to chew But I don't see it in the lights of youth Well, it's quite a view, it's quite a view But I don't see the lights of youth Look, they ain't nowhere on my radar You know, see, I'm the savior I know I ain't gon' savior But I show you where your graves are We about to do this major But they don't want to walk cause it's all crisp I'm ready to sue, but you're not the slave, huh? Ah, yeah, that's the slave They don't see how I've labeled myself a legend But my presence is a blessing You can ask my bregins Assume my fake cues, mistake who would age a question Lucky with the ladies, maybe since the age of seven But your bride's safe I ain't steppin' on your trainers' regin' But after a couple gigs, she may be amazed With their receptions so you can get your Wi-Fi I've to takin' their connection Takin' possessions, fillin' the box Data protection, MCs flexin' Like they just come from Alcatraz But they wear children's drive And then they come out and tank Can they repush keys? Yeah, in the doors of House of Flaxen Man can't vouch for that And your album's wack I know you're thinkin' I'm a mouthy prat But it's not uncousin' My crew should be buzzin' Cause we're the loudest pack Not out on band But when I open my mouth to rap Sounds like we should be in stadiums With thousands clapped Forced with the punches Like money made with a countergap Sleepin' for a minute Now I'm back from a power nap Lady C.D. is crazy, G Liam Neeson probably start praisin' me For makin' takin' free I gave it free, wave the feed So they can see that my rhymes They've been believed I've laid and beaten Yet he steps in With a big foot and some wavy sneaks Top five savor plays for me What do I have to do to prove to you? I can write a slips, eatin' hula hoops Playin' flippin', clickin' with a snooka Cue doin' a Rubik's Cue With a hugin' suit Lootin' for boot To show that this used to truth No conspiracy, no delirically Retight that you've gotta Reach your wins and beat Shit is deep I've flood the industry And risk the scene These MCs ain't sayin' shit like Mr. Fien I spit in press Like all few guys with listerine You've got A-team But you're hardly flyin' Mr. T MCs don't image of me I'm more wizardry Sick of these shit MCs spittin' back raw energy But puttin' war lyrically Smashing beats, smithereens I'm in my own lane In a different league Online to see The shit I receive And the compliments they're givin' me Confidence is grown I'm not standin' at 60 feet Plus I'm even higher Coz I twist the reeds Like Wiz Khalifa Wristlin' some nicotine Sprinkle it in illicit Relitically it's sellin' and beheldin' New your legends in the sessions While I tell him Before I start spittin' venom No more than a half a second Now watch me raise the stakes Van Helsing Cooling me out on tracks To be anything but a healthy The doctor gave me pills But fun like shit just isn't helping I'm still gettin' mad When I hunger with my stomach I can ill a killer Then kill a cow Whether seen in crowds Or spinning man With a drill of bang Like dying in something I look forward to you So how the fuck do you expect me To be scared of you trifolitis Blow the bubbles Neurologist in college Kids with scholarships And Shakespearean politics Acknowledge it As the pinnacle Illyrical spittin' Kids with confidence Then rockin' Figures be knockin' it with precision But don't doubt the kid Power within Protectionism of my art form Collectiveism needed to direct the wisdom I run the rhythm with intelligence Killing my diction With no restrictions And honesty Allow the friction But the eyes slow the flow down Or double it up I'll be rippin' it down Now I'm around To motherfuckin' shit The credit sharks will end it Man'll bring terror To your squad No pun intended DF-A-F-D