Alright, here we go, 12th. Real quick, nig
She on her knees like a sinner
I get under y'all n***as skin like splinters
Cheap but good like a TV Dinner
My breath smells like Liqour
I pile up ashes, don't ask for your favorite rapper
(He dead) Yessir (Amen) Chuuch
(He dead) I k**ed him (Amen) b**h
Got me feeling like Matrix, dodge your bullets like fake sh**
I try my hardest to be patient, For these n***as be vacant
Long time ago, damn I feel like I'm Acient, blast off like a spaceship
Punctuate to the statement, This hatred I crave it, as I make it
I will eat it and then deny, I've done filled my appetite
I don't hang around like Suicide, I gotta get me a ride
And if I don't start it with a Why, then don't even reply
LeBron when I finish, I only aim for these highlights
24 million eyes on me, I am the spotlight, get it right
Stuck staring at my a**, get outta my headlights
You n***as get exterminated you f**ing parasite
I got more room, I can finish it every night
(He dead, amen) That's what they telling me
White all over my nose, I'm stuck in the seventies
Lyrical pistol, co*k it aind aim at celebrities
Bull sh** for lunch, brown bag, I dont your recipe
May I just Pull up at your f**ing residence
Stories are cheap and your talking ain't selling it
Gold star, I'm either 1st grade or a f**ing deputy
Yeah, Keller dont even Hellen me, dont even go telling me
Bars dropping on they head unconscious, studio felony
Cooking up your talk and I hope that taste lemony (b*tch)
(He dead) Yup-yup (Amen) I k**ed him
(He dead) Ha-ha (Amen) Amen
She on her knees like a sinner
I get under y'all n***as skin like splinters
Cheap but good like a TV Dinner
My breath smells like Liqour
I pile up ashes, don't ask for your favorite rapper
(He dead) Yup-yup (Amen) I know
(He dead) For sure (Amen) Amen
Like Sonic, I pedal my medal I gotta go faster
I want my bars to touch these kids like the pastor
James Harden these rockets I ain't talking no NASA
I feel like Montana and I ain't talking about hannah
Split your b**h like Bannana she drink my cum like Fanta
A free bag of weed I might Grant her, she gave me cookies im santa
My Diamonds blick and white like a panda, and I got hoes in Atlanta
I go really Ballistic, ask El Chapo I k** sh**, sip promethazine like ill sh**
I gotta make it a law like I bill it, I ain't gonna stop till my dick size a million
I'm on a money mission, yeah i stay persistent, you in debt need a**istants
I drop of sh** like its Christmas
Realest n***a you'll ever see, Realest sh** I'll ever be
I will be head of the rap industry, realist sh** I will ever speak
Charge me with battery, give-a-f** span big as a teachers salary
I burn my rubber like calories, f** a new b**h last week, I think her
Name was malorie
Your rap is unsatisfactory, rewrite that sh** and go back to the studio factory