Penny

I came back with the pads like I'm doing two a days Closed fists, back to his David Tua ways The illest whoever did it, I blaze through a maze Then I blaze high grade bud in Makua cave Its The Uce, the mickey's ice 40 ounce sipper The dapper dan in his bandanna house slippers I leave the spot fuming, I'm hot enough to leave the block ruined They say the way I spit is not human I must be a rare breed, apparently I'm an elite level writer And this rap shit is therapy It's evident I'm in my own league I'm on the parquet while spectating from the nose bleeds My flows met with any supposed threat I direct action like it's a closed set Then when I yell cut, fade out and roll credits Unrated version with guts and no edits It's The Uce More heat is what you fiend for I'm from the project cribs with linoleum floors and metal screen doors My lullabies was the sirens from one time Quiet nights had us waiting for the sunshine I'm from the situation cat's would get trapped in This was the setting I perfected my craft in I know you fuck boys actively acting That sig finna leave half your wig cracked in Promote peace when you dealing with a beast though Mephisto, I'm devilish with a free flow Pull out a piece, then I go into a speech With myself like Karl Malone dribbling at the free throw Is he possessed with a mic and pen I was young popping Xanax and Vicodin Shit was fucking with my words had me fumbling gems So I swore I'd never get up on that hype again It's the god from that Eyesoulated squadron a diety Fucking hoes in one of them air b&b's No heir to the throne, nobody seeing me A raw diet of bone marrow and Creatine Lyricism watch your ass get gassed You consider my raps as a nuclear blast I'm something like when natural disasters crash At the pinnacle of poetry the master class Got the challenge from my brother said come on man get it The torch getting passed I showed up and ran with it I never tripped off legends who slept on The Uce Cause I saw it in the stone and now I command digits I'm working on a screenplay fuck your award Story telling is my forte, my pen is a sword Mentally I'm in my own lane pray to the lord You ain't gotta pay a price that you couldn't afford bitch When slo-mo step foot on your set Money and life, one of them I am here to collect I don't wanna hear you beg, see you hitting the deck Take your bullet like a man and go out with respect