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Unprepped
- They tried to scan my double helix slides under light
- Soundin' dense, full plate, don’t cancel the sides
- We gotta leave it dead, gut the wealthy, Jesus wept
- And throw it on the next, so yeah, I’m hoping that you shoot less
- That temper’s what you do best
- I know y’all never choose meds
- From coupe dent to coupe death
- You should go and find a new set
- Hogging extra inches with no intent, telling me “move”
- Unless it's 90+, you probably shouldn’t bet on the proof
- I’m entitled to every bit that lands in my lane and in my view
- Need to respect, sometimes it’s folks outside feasting that ain't you
- How you gon’ stare me down and mumble “try again”?
- Yo all that rattled steam could die unprepped
- Cause you repulsive, fakest dude on the bench
- For me to roll through and end your breath is a cinch
- But it won’t change a mind that’s blinded with it
- They came up scarred, you might say thriving offends
- Too many locked in paths and mentors was missed
- Some could crush your grill, provoking defense
- You pushed, got consumed and left with a bloom and Bible
- Now we rivals off of a small tag or title
- Burn it up, you be spilling red and coughing phlegm up
- I snatch it if you talk too loud, then you finna get sent up
- You get struck, ten down and then up
- Let a round bust, lift your chin up
- You know how a boss in this game’ll finish up
- The Wicked and Vicious wild rap, I cover the grim half
- You lack rank and respect, get a direct back check
- You would think it’s storming clips
- Grip the steel up, cock, spit
- Yo, you ain’t a boss, I can make you switch up
- Only like two thirds, I really said it without verbs
- For every hundred spitters talking about birds
- When his torso still jogs with the same heart
- So how you explain a guy with no top
- Peep this straight coat, it's backwards
- I'm on that boss tip, if it's gone, I snatched it
- And tossing a firebomb in your mocktail
- Let you breathe in the Glock scent while I'm lifting your leather off
- Snacked on starters, then hit the server with pot grippers
- I slid in the bistro with boarders and dropped tickets
- I could sense misguidance, your ideas smell like violence
- He ain’t fakin’ sleep, you confused a body for a hard stance
- Wild with the hits, back to back, somebody call for narcan
- Overcast with fear so I steer clear when the mark slips
- Brought the steel, which you already know I be so sharp with
- It’s far flung, shoot a opp and crack his dome
- This a wide gap when I pitch a stone
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