This beat go up and down, I’m jumpin on it,now you nauseated
Haters used to clown, now I’m the shit and they are constipated
Told you bitch that i would make it
What you think? You think I’m playin?
Instead of talkin shit you need to do a little prayin
I’m just sayin
Fire flamin
Pistol wavin
At your face and
Bullets uncasin
Your forehead bitch its chasin
You can’t fake it
You won’t make it
Let me put this in another way
I don’t miss shit when i get to let my uzi spray
O, am i bein too loud?
Potato gun barrel should have softened the sound
And because you can’t hear me doesn’t mean I’m not around
So button up your gowns cuz the boogey man is back in town
FO town
Hold down
Raised in Alabama
Find out, go south to the country gramma
Dirty dirty south
Watch your mouth
Now your face bleeds from your teeth when you spit em out on the ground
Damn, did i do that?
Damage like that comes from a baseball bat
No time to relax
Be quick enough react
I’m rushing you like Matthews, green bay, and youre the runnin back
Don’t fuckin try that son
Have you listened to my verses more than half are bout my gun
I’m kinda havin fun
I’m lookin at you stunned
You thought this was a race but its not a fuckin turtle run
Have you seen what this fuckin world has done to me?
It makes you bleed while i hold the knife, you’re suffering
This is not a metaphor
Give me life, ill torture yours
I rap cuz i like it but
You rap like its a fuckin chore
Critics say give me more
Digits? No. Diss the whore
Finger trigger itchin leave you twitchin on the kitchen floor
All the verses that I’ve torn into pieces had a weakness
I’m so bored with the weakest rhymes, cheapest flows, cars and clothes
Same ole show
Everyday
Smells like some shit that got ran over and tried to crawl away
But today is a new day
Cuz the game has found its coach and its a new face
He brought some new plays
Yeah bitch its doomsday
So make some room make way, cuz i am here to stay