Hawking at Toms like Tom looking at Jerry
Manoeuvring thru opposition like Steph Curry
Attacking at a light rate, everything's blurry
To me missing a target is another story
I would take you out the game and not feel sorry
Y'all Cinderellas just run out of help fairies
I'm good at making enemy eyes teary
Move around enemy territories with no worry
'Cause I'm a master of disguise like Tyler Perry
I behind the mic is like the taste of strawberry
I won't rush fame,Look I ain't in a hurry
One day I'll stand tall and sing glory
I turn into a deadly beast looking like Mark Henry
I go into k**er mode in seconds if necessary
And backstabbers I make sure I bury
I ain't came here to love and merry
My only mission is to eliminate copy cats
We run the streets me and my hood rats
Rappers act gangster,ain't scared of those tats
I'd reap of your flesh and crack skulls with bats
Y'all make louder noises than that of jets
All I see in the game are bunch of spoilt brats
I see people are pretty good in chitchats
They are group of women in flower hats
While I swiftly glide over a beat like flying mats
My flow got people trapped like fish in nets
I stand straight up unshaken like meerkats
Then take enemies as my pets
When I raid their habitats
I separate the real deals from copycats
Man that how real it gets
Even enemies can say anything but congrats