Direct heat
I could really just sleep
Every foe got Overwritten
I believe so I achieve
Work complete
Chasing cheese
Money bags
Muddy speech
Every MF record worth at least
What you made last week
Taut strings
Vie for a lens so you can see
Through the valleys and the peaks
I could crumble many creeps
Ay caramba
I could rumble
I could clutter up your cleats
Net a lease
I could purchase with these benjimains creased
I Ain't afraid of a little bit of oddisee
Stay harnessing
This artistry
If you came for thе brilliance and harmony
You can count on me
You can count on me
Shapе up
Solid bars
Like a marble street
I’m In your carpals deep down
Dripping energy
Imma Sikk MF
So sick
When I cough on your coffin
I bet ya Rest In Peace
Alert for sure
A Self worshiper
Dealt a stellar verse
They deaf they never sever
Still stuck to bozo visions
They sold you mindless pitches
No wonder why your riches
So dry like desert ditches
So I call em all b*tches
Eat a pussy so delicious
Come rectify my image
I’ll set ya fire driven
Chewing me up like dishes
They’re burning worthless witches
A metaphor for business
In the age of self derision
Assembly line type rhyming
Just leave me out your limelight
How could you shine my shining?
You barely try synthizing
The middle of the life and
The end of all the trifling
Begin with winnings priceless
Suffice to say I’m heisting
I’m taking all the Christ’s
Put them inside devices
They built and tie the tightest
Tie up and slide decisive
You my see my cause entices
And proper appetizers
No way out b*tch
Just lies is
Really what they comprises