No punch line

I’m like an ace of spades, coming through with blazing rays, so insane, they may chop you in half and you’d still be amazed. Il leave you flying in lil partials, wallets so fat in my pockets they look like hippopotamus, deadly like the holocaust. And shooting for 3, Taking over the whole game like Giannis the Greek, moving with such Force no out powering me, I’m cold like ice T, crazy I might be, I’m killing the chupacabra and left the scene messy, and kicking like messi,20 some bitches under my bed sheet,I’m feeling so driven I’m fendi. And do the impossible like Houdini not the rapper but I’m heating them up like some Fettucine, il raise hell you better believe me, boiling up the CD,saying some crazy shit these fuckers wish they could be me. So portentous, my homies got the tools I ain’t talking bout wrenches, pumping it like A bench press, she sucking me in my Lexus, my squad is fucking crazy don’t test us.I’m ballin so hard I’m shooting 3 for 3, I got my own back dog don’t worry bout me, I never got no help it’s sad but that’s how it be, that’s why I focus on my grind while I’m young and I’m free, I got nothing else I guess that’s how that shit be, I guess that’s how the fucking apple fell from the tree, I guess it’s just the flow that shit deep like the sea, the grind is the hard part the rewarding is sweet. Shit it’s way outta frame I couldn’t see the whole picture, now I got a couple racks and the shits looking clearer, when I see who’s got my back it’s just me in the mirror, mr lonesome guess that’s just how I been feeling. I’m balling like it’s kobe and shaq back in 98, once I got the first course I still want more on my plate, I’m like a bottomless pit that’s why I swallowed the game, if anybody takes my dinner that’s a shot to the brain. Im hungry like a lion you best bring your guys, I’m king of the fucking jungle what I say they obliged, if it’s a mess we don’t need a broom take out the 45 and before we do a sweep you should look in their eyes, it’s like they seen a lion in the barrel of the 9, if they don’t die quick 2 more shots should be fine, I’m only 17 and I’m still in my prime, folding them like some paper and making more all the time, it’s the cycle in life to make bread and to shine, but in days like today I feel like I’m outta time.

 

I’m fucking up the game bear handed, green lantern, using my imagination to sink the game in the Atlantic ,I put the hole in the titanic. cold like 40 below, I’m cold enough to hold your fucking face under my pillow, you bitches know my Steelo, the lead flying through the air gonna hit your lymph nodes, don’t make a sound tip toe, my acid raps projectile hit you from the fifth row,I think you need a mint after I just shit in your throat, I think you need a lift after I took hold of the throne. Like Jesus Christ I’m a son of a god, for you the worlds blurry I can see through the fog, I’m putting smoke in the air smoking blunts like a log, she gave me brain so dumb turned me to a numb skull. Holy hell, spread like petroleum jell, all over my backside to give the holiest smell, il Wind up dead or in jail, before I tuck my tail, bail, or go off of the rail. I’m the holy grail just waiting to be dug, I’m underground rough a diamond stuck in the mud, so sick il cough up a lung, not top 2 I’m the 1, coming up once again when I splash like LeBron, I’m the one. I don’t need a punch line. To shine, with a mind that shoots shots just like a eagle or 9.