FEATHERS (prod. Cavenaugh)

Shouts to Cave, Ekko

Holla back, if you part of that Delta 9 Frat

One time for the 'cide; he's a Pitt on keys

Like a drug-dog,

*"Kiss the ring bitch. Your whole ilk dubs it. What's a shout-out to a shoot-out? Do it public, no YouTube channel, I'm still subbin'."*

 

*Glove comp'; y'all ain't fit for me.*

Like watching OJ's fingies squeeze,

I'll run the gauntlet, 49 rush yards

For the gold... Guess I am GILDYYY

 

*How not to run the gauntlet?*

Is one time for the side(s), like, let's be Professional here

And I ain't twisting things, unless it's Goatz

If there's another fit he'll throw, I need some freshly cut cashmere,

For the winter. Yall's trash, yall's mere biters and mirror lickers

We're differed, by fear winners and near quitters

You were invented and molded from, Professor Utonium

Y'all are boxer brief fighters

Gettin' tighter than Tyche's beef with writers

He should be a freestyler, sheesh

The chutzpah on these recent teething rhymers

I sees it, y'all weren't even fire prior, but decent

If y'all got your walking papers fast enough you still couldn't b-beat riders with that egregious timin'

What's a Pontus to a deep-diver, anyway

Capiche? Finna hogtie y'all with the spiral binders from your written days

Etched in stone, I'll humiliate, I'm picking bones, I will dig your graves

Cal Capone needs alimony, he married the game

Still mid tier rank, same 40 that I'm sipping, aye, aye

 

We're not [birds of a feather, I ruffled your's and stuck them in my hat]

BE A FINCH THAT FLINCHES AND I'M BUCKING YOU RIGHT BACK

See how you passionate you are, I fashion you my art piece,

Pardon me, you're splashing with red markings, 'cause I love slashing from the heart

On fleek in [geese fleece] I flick off the blood from the quill, like ASH from a CIGAR

If AK were here still, I'd need burner accounts for STASHING these GUN BARS

What he had in critique he didn't have in skill, another backseat target that dodged CRASHING 'to a KARR!