Please stop respondin, it get's worse for you heffas
The HD recorder app randomly skips some certain bars but I aint gon retake it, fuk daat
Shots fired and it ain't even some i KNOW
MCALI1 tryna hop into the freestyle to show, time to kick this nigga's ass out tha door
he think he gots what it takes to compete with the king of flows
I'm like what ladies,ya'll sound so feminine, you can't rhyme to save your life get back to the kitchen'n
I'm hungry, cook me up some dinner then,
gourmet style me and my niggas we in the living room
call me a silver spoon, but yeah i'm living large,
buy your whole fam and put then in ma garage
I hold collages of the people I despised since I was a young'n,
so i started writin rhymes on walls for fun'n
yeah I'm quite scary once you get to no me,
your hair stands in chill when your hear me while your alone see
call me a goul because I can see what your doing,
I've already been and visited the world's ancesteral ruins
define a lyrcist, ya'll just gonna laugh at this,
when ya'll can't do better truth be told ya'll mad at this
young and restless, born to be the best,
respect it and don't respond or else you’ll live in regret,
I already set the bar and your delivary is weak,
how long you’ve been rhyming, prolly less than a week,
and yes this is directed at a heffas who are quick to chat, about young z a young g makin stacks,
I got 4k by my bedside, how much did you have when you was my age?
Lady don’t lie I’m ballin off a 16-8 hour shift part time makin that gwappa,
while you heffas struggled to get married on the spot UUUH,,
Lilly with her kindergarten rhymes, I’m like why o why must I reply every single time,
If your bars were a body, it’ll resemble miley cyrsus’s behind
Jas your bars bring a horrible stench worser than a skunks
My rhymes are the resin that ooze out of a trunk of a frankincense tree
When I begin a job never do I cease, and I’m laughin at these jokes rappin’back at me
You can stop pretendin to be intelligent by , mentionin irrelevant things like I
Mentionin drakes name 5 times, drake drake drake drake now make that 9
Congratulations little girl you can count beyond the number 5
I swear these heffas need emergency help, some-kinda chat line that’ll get’em married aswell
I mean ain’t they rapist around your hood lilly, hide you self quick now you know where you belong
In the kitchen makin fried chicken for your family, while I don’t fear no man as I patroll ma cold wet and damp street, cycle round my hood with my bredrins round the block, ready to chat up halimos that jump off the bus stop, cuz I’m the ciyaalka hafada and you the garoobs of the madbakha, so please dear garoobs, the joke is now over, love sosaa catch me chiefin lookin like a puff’d up on that dro blud