Take a shot

Might make money off a free throw

Who knows

Give it all you got

If you empty then just reload

You know

Drop it like it’s hot

Pharrell you dogs snoopin’ too much

I know

Focus on your what you’re not

I’m okay

I’ll be good

Life’s a maze

And I’m happy to be lost, gotta say

Everyday a holiday

I write it out, gotta a lot to say

Till me shout me out, as a nominee

Till I’m at the top, of the Empire State

I must gorilla, ‘fore I’m MIA

Will it end that way

Be a king like Kong

Ring your bell

Will I ding that dong

Close my eyes

Will you sing that song

Wish this dream coulda carried on

Hit up satan

Why they hatin’

Call me Mr.T

With the A team

J, R, Z

We get artsy

They run the shop I’m Chef Boy RD

It’s like Wheel of Fortune

Get spins and you get money

Numbers goin’ up all around

This child’s play and I been Chucky

Story tell that’s a win for me

Any last wishes you can call ‘em out

Had the summer but you fallin’ now

I get started, no end to me

 

My writing could hype up a ghost

If they wanna verse I go exorcist

I’m sicker than Kim Jong Ill

I kill you and your next of kin

My wordplay no joke

30 minutes got a quote

I give em flows by the boats

Give em baas like a goat

I give em bars like an alcoholic gimme double rum no coke

My wordplay take your breath away like a bar hit you in your throat

In the car it’ll hit you like woah

Bass up like we caught a fish

Treble brewing we hard to miss

Going number one like I’m ‘bout to piss

Hit loud as shit

Yeah the team ready

Green heavy

Wave heavy

Break levis

Damage if you try to stop

Flippin’ shit we never flop

Holy spirits fill my liver

Demons creeping in my soul

Angels try to save me but I tell em all adios

Not into perfection

My whole life I been flawed

Most people try to mirror god but end up being dogs

So I made peace with my sins

Made peace with my past

I makes pieces out of enemies that think they can outlast

You know I’m going out last

I break em like they all glass

Most people that talk shit just talkin’ out of they ass

I put my foot on the gas

Won’t stop till I crash

Don’t give a fuck ‘bout my own life

Who you to me, do the math

They want blood, I give baths

I’m HIV

Positively sick

Probably the type you wouldn’t want you daughter with

I’m slaughtering them all and I recall you had alotta say about me but you silent now

Type to cut your head off feed it Tylenol

I’m wyle'n now

Go to India and kill a thousand cows

You know what’s at stake if we around the town