Still Killin’

Peace to the pieces I’m about to leave

Undeniably gifted, most importantly spiritually

You got mirror fees, I got “let’s hear it please”

I don’t need your rubbles in will only trouble him

You weak ass couldn’t double any of my rumblings

Troubling, he would call the pork cuz we muzzled him

Take it from me, wrapped in 4 vogues, he’s a bit froze

Minds on the low but the bars ain’t for show

 

Let’s go, you got nine in your name but it’s time to show

That all of those lives you gave are killed today

Dai- gotta get checked up, someone send a message

Let this death of his be magnified with a perfectionist

So let’s get it, keep it better than me and G see

If I’m a gangsta in a ghost I go Boo, no Tennessee!

 

Kicking it on low, I’m staying so cold

Pateks or Pyrex? Both of them on froze

I got a project for these hoes

Imma show it to the globe

Ima killer, no mafia but bricks kill like canyon slopes

 

Remember how I messed you up

Now now, before you go a rap-rage and ruin all my plans

I flow harder then the water titled Zam Zam

You hella low, hella slow, I’m riding on the grand stand

Match me? You got a better chance of making millions like an athlete

Poetry is my dope seed, I write till my thumbs bleed

You guys speak and it bleeds ears if you can’t see

Don’t fear me, just cuz you can rhyme don’t mean you ain’t weak!