It's the Posse no genoristy
Everything I say is told me to not speak
I rock sneaks and cleaks running so fast
Might break your teeth
Loud sound flow might break your speaks
Steppe
So close to the edge I could fall
Or I could keep climbing the mountain top
My cardiac words bleeds so deep "Please stop"
Because your flow is whack I just want smack
Your fake verses back into your useless trap
All say is crack is whack and my money is a fact
What wannabe don't you see you'll never get anywhere
That artificial steez