Look I'm back on my fuck shit again
It is what it is
I'm about to catch me a charge
It is what it is
That's how I handle my biz
They say I'm outta sight like a yeti
Y'all better be ready
I stay on fly like I'm
Sky high my homie
They was sleeping on me
Till I rock a by like a lullaby
Im always catching me a
Buzz I'm fly man
They see me on the block
They wanna swat me down at the tail End
Im too fly man
Yeah
That's how I do it
I stay on that flow and it fluid
That hrydro on that
Rock'n roll Bon Jovi
You can't get me
Now they used to it
Im just super sayin like big broli
Wrap them up with some flour
And make burst from the seems like A ravioli
Feed em a knuckle sandwich
Get the fuck outta here with that Baloney
Im straight out the deli
That's how I made the cut
Reload the clip as my ak is still Spraying
Coming up from the mud
With that super soaker
And you already know
Elow aint playin
Big Kaboom letters all up in your Room
When I blast the 45 from my hip
Imma fade you out till you duck
It'll split your wig
Imma run you through the cross Hairs
Like a comb
Making you stiff like a nome
You can't Handle chrome
I'm going to war
If you step into my territory
Like attack of the clones
Man
Imma pull up on you side ways
Pull a foot long out
Like I'm ordering subway
You don't wanna make me go side Ways
Have you flipping all side ways
Backing up with the burner out the Drive way
Now you on top of the headline
Todays bad news
Over flowing on features like a Bathroom
Drawing out my ink on paper like a Tattoo
Set it off a blaze cause
I'm off the chain
Call me the ghost rider
I would never claim myself to have a Ghost writer
My pen and pad scribbles by itself
Like a ghost writer
If you bring the heat
Imma eat up the smoke
I'm putting out flames
Like a fire fighter
Always staying lit
Like a lighter
100 on my ground game
On my feet I'm a striker
I got a deadly bites
Spittin venom like a viper
I'm unleashing this cypher
And Make them change this shit like A diaper
You can't cover my mouth up
Muffle over my words in between Bad sentences
Scribbling black lines bar for bar
On my lyrics like rainbows on your Screen
Cancel culture
I'm never over drafting my position
You're way too negative
Like a bad membership
Only way I'm ever going down in History
Is the art of facts in my penmanship
You can get lost
I got you mapping it out
I can quick draw on a withdraw
I'm Cashing it out
Got them running off stage
Now you're passing out
I ate them up with my arms
With these Full Nelson bars
I had to twist their arm
I got them tapping out