[First Flow, Ambition: Verse 1]
All these b**hes out my picture like I committed a crime with a crop tool
I figure why not put my chances on the table and play pool
f** I'm thinkin' so much for ?
If I don't make it I swear i'll break every bone of an anorexic crack who*e
So much pressure that my conscious can't take life's interrogation
I have a cold and im impatient, you can say im sick of waiting
Im anxious
Wipe the c**aine residue from your nostrils
You motherf**ers are hostile
Rhymes are tight like fat b**hes wearing aeropostale
Reinstate that segment
f** that sh**, probably why there's so many b**hes at my school pregnant
The devil wears prada
b**h you look like the chupacabra when you wear nada
[Second Flow, Rebellious: Verse 2]
Keep your gun co*ked ?
Nah n***a you s** co*k
Look like narcoleptic dumb a** who overdosed on the crack rock
Let me evaluate my sentences
You see I spit more bars then the national prison
And im about to deliver your d**h sentence
Typical sh** really bores me
Me k**ing you in this battle is unholy
f** you and your raps I pissed on em and burned em
And used the ashes to symbolize how you will be after I demolish you
I split atomic molecules to abolish you
Bullsh** about shootin' a gun
When you know you never held one
Your done
A poor excuse of an opponent
Who don't even compose the components of the rap game
Your a fake a** Yo Gotti
[Third Flow, Realistic: Verse 3]
Music is corrupted, so is a person's religion
Government knew of prophecies and cataclysms
Ancient Secrets
Sacred Books
We choose now to sink our teeth in
Social defiance
Evil alliance
Illuminati infects the soul and body
[Fourth Flow, Lyricism: Verse 4]
But Look
I'ma f**in' narcissist
The sickest lyricist with syphilis
Trained in k**ing sh**
My difference
In general
Is my rhymes are militant
Reinforced with the sk** of eliminating the nonsense
... Coming from my conscious, I have a I don't give a f** problem ... so f** it