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