Nerves

Throwing flashbang Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah Resting my foot on your head I just conquered your land, had to slaughter your clan Now your fans is my fans abide chain of command While you swallow them xans and embarrass your parents You a pinhead nigga, I'm not gonna spare you My two cents bigger, still chirp like canaries I FedEx zip-up, something mysterious Not no drive by nerve agent wrapped if u curious Got my eyes wide shut Smoking my blunt You a roach like my cigarette butt Get put out, look at what you put out You a sound cloud cutout Calling your hood out Wall paper gang members thinking it's good now fuck you then pull out What am I good for Sliding my flow in your bitch while my wood stroke Nigga I could tho Nigga, I'll kick a doe If it's a stick 'em all don't bring that tat-too gun rather stick and poke I'm asking you, what got you to kill the seven men? And I'm telling you because the cops let me keep killing them, Nick! Don't you get it? Not everybody is killing seven people So there must have been something in you that was getting you to do it! Oh, you are lost, Nick! So, explain I was a hitchhiking hooker Right Right where we left off you actin' crisscross Scrubbing like dish wash Makes me sick, like blood clots, Chris bosh shoot at three points like Chris Paul Use your head as a kick-off This ain't no kids job Point that shit spray at the ground 'til you blue in the face while you Crip walk I don't know bout you nigga my shits hard I eat these rappers for lunch while I sit far Away from the crowd 'cause I know it, I speak like a poet I don't wanna show it my actions heroic they stop I keep going Beat your ass like a favor I owe you I know I control you 11 like ocean Got my niggas around me, we scoping I'm peeping I'm posted Like a stamp on that card you not holding, arriving some time in the postal