i don’t know
he a side nigga yeah…he my nigga and that’s your nigga too , i’m coming down the block with the glock you better duck if you know what’s good for you, i never been a scared of nigga when i’m coming through pulling the trigger giving y’all the finger fucking up the rap game , while these niggas try to get in my head
watch me pull out this lead pencil while i write these lyrics on this instrumental while i use these niggas like utensil
While I smash these records like a pimple ain’t that simple
I kill 'em with the flow so difficult as I be quite difficult
To make you wanna lick your lipstick off my fucking physical
I understand your scriptures and your instincts are my fucking ritual
I had a plan to kill your spirit so my fear it is fucking pivotal
Come again and everything will be quite digital
My flow's maniacal and spit it so critical
i’m very lyrical and my soul is quite spiritual but fuck it
what a big delight despite my appetite and my height i’m fucking bright and this ain’t no copyright come have a bite i’m being polite
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