I give credit where credit is due
My worlds will stick in your brain like glue
Respect is earned not given
If you want it you can't be slippin
I've been slippin on something super syrupy
None have you have ever even heard of me
I'm smoking the most potent green trees
As I watch them get pollinated by the busy bees
I'm climbing the rap ladder
If you don't have bars then u don't matter
With my sadistic smile you can call me the wicked mad hatter
I take your weak words and dip them in honey batter
You hate my lyrics I ask y u mad bro
All these rappers make me feel like I have a shadow
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Karma187
Member since November 14 2014