It's Nothing Prod Beefy

 

sit back in my chair blazing,

shit's facts if we sharing what we saying,

compared that too what's famous,2x

 

as we train in the far lands,

dreaming of apartments,

seeing the meaning of fame threw the flame that it started,

as the day hits a hard smash,

car crash in my brain with the stains spark fast, with the pain out the blast,

as i'm saying i ain't sane just whack with my rap shits a wrap,

the crap that's a snack looking as clamps to your tummy gaps,

y'all dummy stats, in my habitat bat clap to your hat cap

as i cast tracks upon my hands as long it stands i'm still a man,

shit's prolific to a stance, shit's so vividly advanced,

so critically so physically enhanced,

miss the beat like class, tricks to teach with the clans,

sick as the beat when on a spree on a streak, with the freak,

fuck with the misbeliefs,

 

sit back in my chair blazing,

shit's facts if we sharing what we saying,

compared that too what's famous,2x