They thought they’d knock me back but they just couldn’t

I’m drivin past em bitch I’m faster than a bullet

Put em in the past and I ain’t lookin

They ain’t never seen this type of cookin

Aye yuh

I’m driving past em bitch I’m faster than a bullet

The Games at large though they cannot seem to break

Out the underground though it’s not really a shame

Keyboards broken letters typing sounds that act the same

We done Spun the block enough to see that culdesac vacant

off your ass bitch now’s the time to play

Show the audience your greatness

how you under pressure faced

With a multitude of options but you choosing to be absent and you bragging how in action that your packin catchin case

Bullets flying left and right my shots are staring straight I got a clear view of the finish line we driving till we make it better grasp on what you got my lyrics shadowing elites

All my scheming got you outta here keep on looking up to peep