They flaunt bravado

& think we gon applaud & bravo

But y'all know

That cut throat

Ain't the motto they follow

If I'm ever so slightly harsh though, They talk low

I'm calm though

& also

I don't want them probs no

They sell for earns to keep what

I hold eternally

With no guidance

They put to further sleep

I observe from steep distance

Listen

No worry needed

Being concerned with me

They'll go deterred obsolete

& are on the verge as we speak

The murder and street influence

Is getting tired

They got these bouls out trying to be Robert Sandifier

Me and mines for higher

In unison like choirs

No solution

When bandages ain't even

Our complexions attire

Im hostilely attentive to position

Lyrically,

I pit them into decomposition

They be hawking

I'm walking along and

Let them continue talking

"All that Jazz" like "Stetsasonic"

I bump beats mines be complete

This rhyme flow's my shotgun like

I had claimed the front seat

Spit like I'm hungry, but

Not the one that bites off

& might even continue

To the time to shut the lights off

Step forward and I charge

This ain't a field that's amateur

Mines an authentic touch

They technical like cellular

This can be a won brawl for you or a Waterloo

The Greats a royal who plans to

Coup de'tat them soon

Cause all they doing is

Boosting promotion to view them

With looting and shooting

It's stupid

Lyrically I rock them with no solace It's a message

Ignore or observe the knowledge

Not a flaw in

My run is all but solemn

I grip a gift

While delivering contributions in

To prove solidification like lava

Mount Vesuvius

Got that peculiar talk

That makes em curious

Sticking with the fire like

I was a Sagittarius

They all some gluteus

They boo because they furious

I'm moving into more

& remember they would bully kid

It's pure tradition now

Like how in India curry is

Really it be funny like how can

I take it serious

Tryna make a name out of my spit

Talk rough

They be running them a fib about

The kid not up

They know ima independent

Keep they tips off touch

In a separate position so,

The kid not touched

For real

I got a blessing

Ima fill my cup

They be out here low key furious

My fits gone up

They trail behind me like a child so

I just lift mines up

To all them for a while I've been attentive none because,

They looked at me with skepticism And steadily heckling

Now it's all assembling together

I'm cemented in

& I stay with that cause

I'm a little possessive

Ill with the sentences Pardon me

Am I offensive?

Request a suggestion of another

And then kid will just present his Showing

There ain't no exception

I come professional but,

Spit gritty & irregular

& when I'm in the center of em,

I just wreck it some

They run off at the jugular

Excessive like a marathon

Still we see through it

No respect for transparent ones

It's the great of high purpose

I been the blessed one