Tyrint - Fugitive Pt. 2 lyrics

Gold in my mouth like a drugdealer Broke in a house of mirrors No ones stopping this gun weilder So confident blood spiller Told ollie make moves till we make it Can't see us all these other n***as basic Gotta be up at the top i can taste it Hatin a** n***as they mad can't say sh** We some warriors all you can do is worry yo I was outside my nintendo was boring so I was linked to the curb b Drinks got me burping Thinking like im gonna need this sink my stomachs churning Leaving em in the dust Ain't too much people that i can trust If its illegal then i probably done it I shoot a torpedo the size of a bus If you are feeble then buy you a gun Call me the reaper you die from a touch If that beat is fine its f**ed Im so clean this climb is clutch Im the commissioner Officially becoming invincible Hypersensative minerals I consider a remedy Cut my skin dripping chemicals Hazardous materials Average is inferior I fear the feral idea of it Rapping as if nasa had a ma**ive plasma catastrophe Africans haven't gradually matched my natural savagry You stupid dawg Who you rootin for You be hatin but when you listen you be like aye that do go hard It is a medical fact That i am ahead with this rappin Get your fingers to snappin Like some kids doin bad sh** They humurous Too lucrative To lose this sh** They have yet to catch up to me i am a fugitive - Im masked up like sting But im not above a ring Im not rapping for change But im rapping for change We dont got time to see no doctors J If you strapped with a k Itll keep that doctor away like an apple a day You closer to nurses that means you're closer to hearses The pope gettin nervous When i start quotin my verses Im alone in a wormhole With some hoes and a virgin On a lonely excursion And my phone just stopped working