Writing rhymes until my carpel tunnels serious
The sh** I spit, so sick, make every kid delirious
Grab any mic thrown in my face and I go furious
A cold case discovered in my head for the curious
They wanna find out what I'm using for ammunition
But trust me, criminal offense wasn't my intention
I just wanna show the world what I can do when I got tension
Write so much ima need a god damn intervention
Nobody can stop me when I'm set to max
Got 3 pens and paper and I'm set to stacks
And stacks is what ima get with my homies to my side
And if I don't make it, I can at least say I tried
When I'm ripping this sh**, I go harder then a general
Other kids flows are no better then pitiful
Then they hate on me saying that I'm too cynical
You guys f**ing s**, hate to be so literal