This ink squirts onto the paper like a volcano when I'm pen'n a verse, My words will make your head burst like you're in Dallas with the Kennedy curse, As you dwell in the basement of rock bottom, Thinkin' shit could never be worse, For what it's worth, that's a lie, You're headed for a dirt nap in a hurse, Where friends and family gather 'round, Black skirts, suits, ties and dress shirts, Death is the only certain thing in life, Heaven or hell? That's Gods guess work, While I'm puffin' on a pack of loud, Coughing up a lung until my chest hurts, I'll absorb the inner workings of your network and strip you of your net worth..... It's only right, the third strike was overkill, By the time I had already told you twice, Approaching lights, Before your life flashes, Raps poltergeist, got you screamin' "Holy Christ" You're over-hyped, I know the type.... The guy who chokes as he goes to hold a mic, While I got a chokehold on his throat, Until the feel of his skin goes cold as ice, I know they say that talk is cheap... If that's the case, Your words are overpriced, Why act so surprised?? You had closed ears and open eyes when you were told advice, So go decide how you hope to survive this heat I spit that will lead to colder nights, Your soul will rise, I guess now you know, The scope I hold to open fire is so precise....
Love this beat straight flow rap all day long
I loved when you spit back to back tracks!
Im still on it daily bro 🙌🙌🙌💯
Powerful production 🔥
hit after hit !
I count the money you make it drizzle I'm going back 2 back 🔥🌨️
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This ink squirts onto the paper
like a volcano when I'm pen'n a verse,
My words will make your head burst
like you're in Dallas with the Kennedy curse,
As you dwell in the basement of rock bottom,
Thinkin' shit could never be worse,
For what it's worth, that's a lie,
You're headed for a dirt nap in a hurse,
Where friends and family gather 'round,
Black skirts, suits, ties and dress shirts,
Death is the only certain thing in life,
Heaven or hell? That's Gods guess work,
While I'm puffin' on a pack of loud,
Coughing up a lung until my chest hurts,
I'll absorb the inner workings of your
network and strip you of your net worth.....
It's only right, the third strike was overkill,
By the time I had already told you twice,
Approaching lights, Before your life flashes,
Raps poltergeist, got you screamin' "Holy Christ"
You're over-hyped, I know the type....
The guy who chokes as he goes to hold a mic,
While I got a chokehold on his throat,
Until the feel of his skin goes cold as ice,
I know they say that talk is cheap...
If that's the case, Your words are overpriced,
Why act so surprised?? You had closed ears
and open eyes when you were told advice,
So go decide how you hope to survive
this heat I spit that will lead to colder nights,
Your soul will rise, I guess now you know,
The scope I hold to open fire is so precise....
Keyboard going stupid, not to mention all the drums ⛽️🎙🔊
Much appreciated bro 🙌🙌🙌💯
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What a sick beat 💯 🤝🫡
Yoooooo!! Real glad to see you again bro ! It’s been a while ! Hope all is going well 💯💯💯
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