SKB 17

I’m here to impress the crowd effortlessly

My name has been crowned within excellency

Mind frame has drowned in doubt desperately

Ya climb ranks steadily but it’s given desertlessly

My destiny breathes, catches heathens in trees

Recognition for me is what I’m proceeding to plead

Ain’t stoppin the raps til foes seeing me bleed

Y’all foolish like those who preaching their deeds

My verbiage is a level above those who cold spit

My gold clips versus their love for some old pics

Don’t trip my verses fold up the dumb swole pigs

Gotta make it to heaven with a feather and a page

Lotta pages set in bins cuz there’s better I’ve made

Enough rhymes covering sins and cheddar’ll spray

Scuffed up mind but I’m still lettering grades

Feathering A’s, you know the way my heart plays

My cards played, ace of spades in them dark days

Heart grazed, scarred brains carved through the hard haze

At far range my ink can light you up like arcades

Got teachers going “Jesus” after a hard phrase

A spear of a Spartan couldn’t match my sharp blades

I carve cray and create bars you partake

On starved plates I serve up charred steak and start chase

Start looking for greats that I can put in the grave

I’m cooking the snakes in pans coated in grey

I’m the chosen great who’s coded your ways

I make God pose in ways to impose some mo’ plagues

I told Drake my own name comes from old shapes

Hieroglyphics and gold chains form my own brain

Spoke cold flames, see on the Go Pro playin’

You rappers so so lame I don’t even need to show hate

And imma never jostle with one of the apostles

If they act hostile it’s possible I just scoff you

Drop you off at the door where I cough jewels

Caught fools stealing bars right outta my hand

Keep the fertilizer out of the motherland, man

Understand the plan is to plant seeds so quick

To stampede the beast that breathes to smoke kids

So go get a better writer who writes tighter than me

And ignite the lighter cuz I’m kinda flyer than he