Put me on

Ayo im slick G, I spit gleam sparking mixed greens

Started at sixteen, I’m darting for the big screens

My team I love papes and crushed grapes

We lust traits of loved greats, it’s how the fuss play

Try not to cuss but when I explode like puss

I crush rappers abrupt, leave em stuck in the mush

Lots of fool’s attack me, all I does it attract me

To wax these ill bars like SARS on your sad peeps

Puffing lye considerably, snuffing chill soliloquies

Got real snipers from Italy that’ll knock you spiritually

My crew guns down fakes and schools dumb foul snakes

We pound cake, stack cheddar, let the cream rise

These sounds back wack rappers tryna see mines

My team size you up, we sit in laughter when your beam dies

With all this cheese at stake, we just roll two Phillies

Just ball like threes and shake n bakes, too illy

Cuz when I write rhymes I got more shine than diamonds

It’s like a shrine full of rhyming, like divine timing

You wanna dine with me, the finest lyrically

You better check yourself, fore you mess your health, silly G

 

Put it on Kalli

Put it on

Come on now boy

Put it on

Come on!

 

Freemasonry, I’m stepping really crazily

You amazing me with you dressing lazily

I port high fashion and climb step thirty three

I sport sly rappin that fly like Steph Curry 3s

So who really wants it with my connect

I’m vexed, I guess you scared of my project

I’m hexed, my chest is flared from your cold zest

So don’t stress, I’ll get you decked in a slow sec

Lotta y’all say you run the world with your Joe Tex

But that’s only on the inside, you like bowflex

No cold sweats, thoughts black like I told Flex

Sold tape decks and rolled straight sess

Safe sex and make NY Met-money, yet life funny

I get right, stay sunny, sweet bars like honey

Leaving you cunning and your nose runny

I’m from the six, not rosedale, you hoes frail

Y’all foes jailed it’s so real, I’m just holding bills

Smoking krill, y’all overdose on whole pills

Leaving beats comatose cuz I’m so ill, for real

 

Keep going

Spit a verse, yessir

Kalli keep at it

Put it on

Put another of it on

Come on

 

Yeah

Arm and hammer makes glitz’s and glamour

Wrong over and the cake puts you in the slammer

Supplying grandmas in Alabama, wicked scramblers

Panhandlers and gamblers, inner city mammas

Addictiveness doesn’t have a limit, you wit it?

You better quit it, the cheddar gets drugs you lick

You gotta stick to your wits, your gut instinct

Put down heavy drinks, swallow water from sinks

Alcohol affects the way you think, hella distinct

Fellas you think if you take drugs and pop slugs

You’ll get love? Only love you’ll get it is from above

Phony people wanna make the legal evil

Sticking needles, wicked feebles promoting illegal

Lifestyles of the foul, wild, wrongdoers of earth

My song uses the verse to sound what you learn

Crazy I can save souls and tell tales with words

In plain clothes I sell grails to the civilians-cursed

The holy cup of wine dining the finer mind

 

Yesss the greatest rhymer

What’s you know about me, slimers

This Kalli

And I’m ghost