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- Your reign on the block was soft like feather beds,
- Talkin’ like a boss but you walk with beggar legs.
- I check frauds quick, no bank deposits,
- Got her shook like hustlers dodging audit logs, bitch.
- Ain’t no half step, chest out, keep pressing
- Fake threats? I bench those, keep flexing
- It’s that rap king phenomenon, sound alarm,
- I drop Napalm Psalms, burn clicks, drown 'em all.
- I’m ten toes, send foes home in a trench coat,
- Let the metal wave like the ocean in a vent hole.
- I’m worshipped, burn scripts, the verse sick,
- You rehearsed it, still sound trash like first spits.
- I drop unexpectedly like bad investments,
- You stressed, twitching guess the L was destined.
- You herbs get taxed quick for racks and deposits,
- Turn rap checks to a casket deposit.
- No budget, no publishin', dummies get punished,
- Talk tough but your whole catalog’s rubbish.
- I’m surprised you run with 'em,
- Guess they got lungs in ‘em, all they do is suck dick,
- And you run with ‘em.
- Tryna blow up like fireworks in cold weather,
- But the fuse too wet, you ain’t spark shit ever.
- The penalty is pain, especially when I’m mentally trained,
- I let the semi explain, now ya memory stained.
- I never refrain from sendin’ a barrage of bars,
- Slap a coffin in ya car, now you dodgin’ the stars.
- They babble, they ain’t sayin’ shit,
- Claim they sprayin’ clips, but in the function,
- they just takin’ pics.
- Fake the funk, get ya lung smoked, one dose,
- Gun close, I’ll make ya juke like a jump rope.
- I know you prayin’ you was rich, broke ass simp,
- Keep talkin’ crazy, get ya nose bone clipped.
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