Ask Yo Mama

Abracadabra smoke and mirrors.

I approach the mic rapper dissapearin

I can rock it like watch em catch the spirits

I be speaking in tongues with the holy lyrics

Yeah yeah I was in there rappin off top

With a skill so I'll they like "no he's not"

Seemed to believe that I flipped it & flopped

Hiding in plain site between Hip and the Hop

Let's go. Follow me follow me

They could take a bite but they still could t swallow me

Indigestion, the end of the lessson

Don't fuck with the god in the middle of blessings

Don't fuck with the squad after smoke in the The session

I might spit some shit to give ya girl an erection

Now the cats out the bag

Inebriated flows the rapps out the flask

Gimme gimme done matter the payload

Whether it's Bitcoin eth dollars or pesos

Whether my teeth rotten gold plated or fake gold

As long as the beat rockin be safe and just stay low

Dodging bullets

Everybody's a marksman and hardly pull it

Tried to quick draw but he probably couldn't

Never crossed his mind that he probably shouldn't

Never cross the lines another way you could put it

I got places I keep rappers and they heavily wooded

I go dumb till my face go numb

I mean its gets raw till they serve the Cole slaw

Then I take a walk and disappear into the fog

Never to be seen til they call Steven king

To write up a new scene or west craven to flip scream

Either way some dead bodies ending up on the screen

I been on the grind since 1989 man I know you heard story

I been on the rhyme watching time fly by you can check the inventory

K Town rep north carolina vet Catching you in yo pajama

I been catching wreck since vinyl and cassettes kid

You can ask ya mama