Untitled Song

(verse 1)

They like “get back,” I’m posted where the threats at

Slept on me, now I’m creeping where the rest nap

Best strap, I ain’t talkin’ no seat belt

Grew up where a cold stare’ll make the heat melt

Put me on the top bunk, still had my steps right

Talk slick, I'ma twist you like a bread knife

Now they pray to me like "please, don't end life"

Cold like a fridge with the meat left in it

Speak like a priest with a freak next to him

Fine dust float when the needle hit the crate

And I still got bars like I’m locked in a top state

Mention my name, and you better not stutter

I’m cold with the aim, split a verse like butter

fuck it I’m next to go, head honcho with the tech control

Slide through borders like I'm movin’ bricks to Mexico

Still stretchin' O's like it’s PE class

With more kicks in the trunk than the hippie stash

yeah hoe, I don’t break a sweat

I just break what they made and left

now motherfucker face your death

 

(verse 2)

Sly the rapper with the second,

reckon I’m lethal with the weapon,

Mean as fuck, flows, got you stressin’ the session,

Clean it up, sharp like a blade in the kitchen

Lesson in aggression, better press in,

no recessing, Step in, with intent,

my text dense, no exception

Complex lessons learned, life is like tests in all directions,

Step up in the spot, come through and dig the sound,

Genius with the pen, mean this when I hit the ground

Cartel mentality, grip tight on the profit,

Backseat deals sealed for real, no way to stop it.

Shooting like a marksman, blast from the past,

Rap go ballistic, leaving wack hoes at last

Half of these cats just cap for a cheap laugh

the others is just half trash, I subtract 'em like math class

Sit your ass down, class in session — no hall pass

diggy dawg im all that