'M a weapon they conceal
I'm a expert with the pen
If y'all want some lines
Well hit the coca on the desk
I right for my wrongs
Then I salute to the pacs
When I kill it
Sensitive rappers be back
In they bras
If I said it
Then its real
I don't know what the fuck to tell ya
I been chillin for some time
You other just bless ya
I can tap the truth
While I hit the boof
Imma hit the roof
All y'all salty goons
I'll Stand for my roots
Imma let the birds fly
While I'm rapping so insane
Tell that to your whole squad
Oh wait I'm dabbing on your grave
My venomous flows
Carry subliminal shots
No name dropping you
Bitches y'all just fishing
The blogs
IMMA FLY
Wrote this on a bumpy road
Hopefully this rapping works
Show me if this is the thang
That I'm really going for
Skipping class
Enjoyed the back
Fuck the front
I loved the bad
Days I love
Washed away
Too much drank
I go and hide
Smoke be like
A fly high
Nothing ever feeling me
Tap my shoulder
For a smile
Tap the fam
Heat gon speak
Lotta people look at me
Are you ok
Are you sane
This rapper needs meds
I provide the fiends next
Hold your rhymes
Protect ya neck
That's the shit I was bumping
83 to 89 that's the shit i be on
I really wanna be the one
Starter of the fucking show
Motor mouth watch your way
You be dissin on the low