Baptized in the blunt smoke

Feeling cut throat when the sun don't shine

Boy ya done know who to gun for

But ya done for if gonna go hit my lung four times at my front door

With the Gung Ho

Hit your front dome

Gun smoke on my left wrist then I hit with a right

Puncture your brain when I pop with the nine

Ninety-nine times

Fore I drill up any woulda coulda shoulda motherfucka

Put their head to the clouds

LMAO I'm surrounded by clowns

Wow scarring them right from the mouth

I carry the boom to shake up the house

You think you can use my keys

I'm laying down every brick

Count up your Qs and Ps with me

If you don't got an ounce of em

You better zip ay

Imma try to make a living

Spitting lyrical Kung fu

The elephant in me is gonna shit you dumb fools

You're dung, goo

Stinking even under the sun roof

And turning to mushrooms

You getting me high like I'm sicker than many

The acrobatics that I'm spitting are spreading all over the map

Stick with a semi

I'm automatic when I'm in the vicinity

You will not match ay

Toss me a coin

It be like your money invested in BTC

You think that I rapping annoyingly

Til I return you some commas in ETC (Etcetera)

I can go on and on

You better get out of my galaxy

My gravity will be towing ya

Battle my mentality

You'll be throwing up

Treat you like a fuckin track and field meet

I'm going around around around

Don't ever tell me to doubt my route

Ain't no comparing me pound for pound

Keeping my stat as champion

You just be chilling in copper

Stick up my chopper

And steady my marker

Then lean through the doorway and blocka blocka blocka

2-2-2

You need forty tools, tools, tools

But you can't make me move, move, move

Unna gonna lose, lose, lose

1, 2, 3, 4

I be stacking my beats

Every bar is a ten

You alarming the Meg

How much for your life?

An arm and a leg

Yeah I'm taking on every itty bitty little piggy that be chilling in my pen

Taking their hearts from their chest

Bitch I'm a different type of fucking animal tryna get checked

You are just bitch-made

Mid cake, you will get baked

Dead weight you will sink

Imma go cook yo ass into fish flakes

Eyes open better look

Not in attention?

My boy, that's a mistake

Line up and give a salute

Imma be giving everyone a sick fade

Listen, this for you and me

Yeah I'm on my keep kreative ting

I'll start a mutiny

Imma put the 345 engraved up on a Cuban link

Island boy up in my blood, my country look to me

I do this shit like in the UFC

Everybody wanna fight fair

I be chilling underground

Sending em uppercuts

Giving nightmares

Pull up on em in a tux

Get a lil buzz

This gon' be a light year

I be in it for the rush

Form a little gust

When I'm up in the high tier

I gotta do what I must

Even if I chuck everything in my spirit with the camera on

Testing my grit like it's Ramadan

Can't be stuck, I'm a vagabond

Don't give a fuck about Babylon

You cannot own me

Bitch, you cannot fold me

That's gonna be a new low for ya

I'm on the attack on you, Obeah

2-2-2

You need forty tools, tools, tools

But you can't make me move, move, move

Unna gonna lose, lose, lose