January 17th 2024 i write this on my way to ground zero with what I fear is the last remaining piece of my sanity
519 days left and i am yet to announce surrender
Only lingering feeling is hate and what's left is deal i made with it's god to survive the conditions
The pact was simple
I'd let it flow
And he'd let me live
Bitch, you better Buckle up now that we're pumpin the gas
Impeccable whippin' in rappin
I got that Chrome 17 sittin' on my right casually hangin
What the f*ck is you said to me?
I'll f*ck you up but I ain't offended
Maybe you want me to drop the piece and strangle you a bit more bare-handed
Get me a pat on the back
An eye bead and a Mashallah
Before I turn my boyz to lifetimerz and declare marshall law
Look at him so nonchalant
When bangin broads on upper echelons
Surely bout to get my dick shot if I dont cool it tell me but how should I?
Call it my hard Truth
Someshitlong knife stabbed inside my back.
Think it broke half of my spine too
I say this with experience
No remorse whatsoever for whoever is in my blasting radius
My Room Colder than it's usual temprature
My Right Speaker buggin' like a motherf
Partly cause the hardwares take a lotta power
And the fact that i just house round kicked the living shit out my Monitor
Seein, a Considerable chunk of the gold lies next to a gold mine attracts all the wrong kind.
But my optimal work-space a spaceship thats parked fairly close to a whorehouse. you feel me?
Over and all we gon get wrapped in dollars
Overlappin the term how you fools gettin burned
With our homemade rocket power
Rocking louder
Bitch we bout to
Pack up for murder in case you bitches aint heard of
Turn this whole city to rubble inside inferno
Spin da track phenom ill be the CD-ROM Burner.
Rap's immortal tutor wack MC's bout to learn it
OH MY GOD The spirits talking
My back broken tryna get this motherf*cker walking
Rubbed the rust off when cherry red blood stained the nearby bustop
Local rumor has it its cause i went full monster
Gaha
Well a half of me
And everything you threw at me lays lifeless at the ground.
Get my warnin?
Open those Gates or i give everything to da ROKETFIYA
Way too far for you to (with our homemade rocket power)
Way too far for you to catch em when they on some rocket power.
Way too far to be shot down.
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January 17th 2024 i write this on my way to ground zero with what I fear is the last remaining piece of my sanity
519 days left and i am yet to announce surrender
Only lingering feeling is hate and what's left is deal i made with it's god to survive the conditions
The pact was simple
I'd let it flow
And he'd let me live
Bitch, you better Buckle up now that we're pumpin the gas
Impeccable whippin' in rappin
I got that Chrome 17 sittin' on my right casually hangin
What the f*ck is you said to me?
I'll f*ck you up but I ain't offended
Maybe you want me to drop the piece and strangle you a bit more bare-handed
Get me a pat on the back
An eye bead and a Mashallah
Before I turn my boyz to lifetimerz and declare marshall law
Look at him so nonchalant
When bangin broads on upper echelons
Surely bout to get my dick shot if I dont cool it tell me but how should I?
Call it my hard Truth
Someshitlong knife stabbed inside my back.
Think it broke half of my spine too
I say this with experience
No remorse whatsoever for whoever is in my blasting radius
My Room Colder than it's usual temprature
My Right Speaker buggin' like a motherf
Partly cause the hardwares take a lotta power
And the fact that i just house round kicked the living shit out my Monitor
Seein, a Considerable chunk of the gold lies next to a gold mine attracts all the wrong kind.
But my optimal work-space a spaceship thats parked fairly close to a whorehouse. you feel me?
Over and all we gon get wrapped in dollars
Overlappin the term how you fools gettin burned
With our homemade rocket power
Rocking louder
Bitch we bout to
Pack up for murder in case you bitches aint heard of
Turn this whole city to rubble inside inferno
Spin da track phenom ill be the CD-ROM Burner.
Rap's immortal tutor wack MC's bout to learn it
OH MY GOD The spirits talking
My back broken tryna get this motherf*cker walking
Rubbed the rust off when cherry red blood stained the nearby bustop
Local rumor has it its cause i went full monster
Gaha
Well a half of me
And everything you threw at me lays lifeless at the ground.
Get my warnin?
Open those Gates or i give everything to da ROKETFIYA
Way too far for you to (with our homemade rocket power)
Way too far for you to catch em when they on some rocket power.
Way too far to be shot down.
519 days left and i am yet to announce surrender
Only lingering feeling is hate and what's left is deal i made with it's god to survive the conditions
The pact was simple
I'd let it flow
And he'd let me live
Bitch, you better Buckle up now that we're pumpin the gas
Impeccable whippin' in rappin
I got that Chrome 17 sittin' on my right casually hangin
What the f*ck is you said to me?
I'll f*ck you up but I ain't offended
Maybe you want me to drop the piece and strangle you a bit more bare-handed
Get me a pat on the back
An eye bead and a Mashallah
Before I turn my boyz to lifetimerz and declare marshall law
Look at him so nonchalant
When bangin broads on upper echelons
Surely bout to get my dick shot if I dont cool it tell me but how should I?
Call it my hard Truth
Someshitlong knife stabbed inside my back.
Think it broke half of my spine too
I say this with experience
No remorse whatsoever for whoever is in my blasting radius
My Room Colder than it's usual temprature
My Right Speaker buggin' like a motherf
Partly cause the hardwares take a lotta power
And the fact that i just house round kicked the living shit out my Monitor
Seein, a Considerable chunk of the gold lies next to a gold mine attracts all the wrong kind.
But my optimal work-space a spaceship thats parked fairly close to a whorehouse. you feel me?
Over and all we gon get wrapped in dollars
Overlappin the term how you fools gettin burned
With our homemade rocket power
Rocking louder
Bitch we bout to
Pack up for murder in case you bitches aint heard of
Turn this whole city to rubble inside inferno
Spin da track phenom ill be the CD-ROM Burner.
Rap's immortal tutor wack MC's bout to learn it
OH MY GOD The spirits talking
My back broken tryna get this motherf*cker walking
Rubbed the rust off when cherry red blood stained the nearby bustop
Local rumor has it its cause i went full monster
Gaha
Well a half of me
And everything you threw at me lays lifeless at the ground.
Get my warnin?
Open those Gates or i give everything to da ROKETFIYA
Way too far for you to (with our homemade rocket power)
Way too far for you to catch em when they on some rocket power.
Way too far to be shot down.
Writer: Botan Beyaz
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