So I'm coming out first with the hottest verse
Sonning niggas call me Poppa Smurf
When I drop my project you might just cop a hearse
Trana find your favorite rapper's futile, Captain Kirk in Albuquerque Trana surf
To kill our enemies we're using the gas
Eight bars later and I got my foot in your ass
I recycle old bars cause I'm used to the past
And make dope hit smack like a needle that tracks, you're traaash
Bust down like a hoe when it rains
I make my own colors, you, you're just huffing the paint
I got a long list of honeys trana snuggle with me
But first rule of the game, ain't no love from a B-
And these days the rules change faster than the flash runs
My life on a flash drive could end in a flash, huh
You skipping the class, huh? Why you ain't learned shit
Same delivery for lame blurred spit
My lane too thin
I drive but my lane don't switch
I'm high but ain't gon' trip
Cause I ain't no bitch
Whoa
I gotta tell you I'm known for changing the pocket
So for me just to rock it for so long is pretty popping
I mean, I got the gaseousness
I'm Cassius Clay in his prime, you're bout to catch his fist
I'm an aggressive pacifist
Murder flow I'm a fascist regime
Asking for creme for my passion, actually
Naturally
I need my hands where the cash just happens to be
The same people that be hating probably fapping to me
I said these lyrics in your head cause
Static in your eyeballs
Coming back to life Or
Gasm when we rhyme our
Lyrics in your head cause
Static in your eyeballs
Coming back to life
Orgasm when we rhyme our
Image is startling
Star shimmering, marvelous
Bar, set it the highest
My pridefulness as author are these
Lyrics in your head cause
Static in your eye cause
Tragic when we rhyme our
Magic is divine, awe