PSA

Ever since a youngin I been a sleek improver It's the weak remover Through the speakers Speaking to ya You couldn't walk my shoes Like you used to wearing pumas I'm used to getting brain Till it feel we sharing tumors How you acting round ya homies Barely suit ya Look like a buncha Bitches and ima share the rumor Yall said I dont got flow And also failed consumers But homies that will smoke You quicker than you can sale A hookah You cant chew me I go hard as stale bazooka Leave Marks like barracudas Put arsen to your ruler You marching with the cooler And nah I ain't the bad guy I'll hit ya with the frieza If you wanna act fly You ain't my brother Bitch I'll make you suffer Fed ass bitch I'll show you Under cover And that goes for all of em Bitches hating I wont use a 40 Just pure asphyxiation But when I need a shooter I ain't calling Rudy I know a couple hitters For the call of duty We'll put some money on you So you better lay low Or better pray to God Hope he bring ya ass a halo And I ain't playing games Though its what my passion be Just wanna kill em all Born into assassins creed Sorry for the tragedy But yall always fly At half the speed I create this masterpiece And burn out a couple calories Pussy say he after me Dont ever test the majesty Should change my name to Billy The way I blast the beat Call this shit the massacre Ya rappers just some caterpies Dont ever step to battle me Dont ever step to battle me Double A flow That's a brand new pack of batteries Body every beat They like damn you passed anatomy Damn his ass is accurately Stacking a catastrophe I just thought the rappin beast Only spot out blasphemy Ain't no body passing me Unless its bagged And at the streets The coroner on the corner Always just sittin Back and laugh at me This ain't even half of me Step up in my lab and see That every beat they stab at me I leave it as a casualty You cant spell I'm casting three Wizardry We mastering Might check ya womens walls You might think I'm fucking Plastering Since a child bastarding I been writing massive ink So either stay in your lane Or keep ya seat belt fastened in Wake the fuck up Watch me tear the roof off All you suckas trying But I feel you got ya juice lost Ima fuckin lion But you sweeter than a tooth loss Its nojo wa kid bitch I got that new Sauce That boy fuckin fire You can tell by the intro Bassline so hard Shatter all ya windows Homie talking shit But I just hear the windblow Running with the realest Never squealing out no info I been through the struggle I been due to hustle I Been tryna ride Talkin Benz to a muscle Fuck the nice guy It's the end to being subtle I might pop ya like the bubble In that die game Trouble On another note Lemme flip the page Dont tell my ass to vote That'll put me in rage Kill em with no pressure Shit dont make me add a gauge 20 or the 12 put an end To your days