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I'mma kill a b*t*h this my confession
I drop his ass down just like he like some depression
Breaking all my bones rib cage was oppressive
b*t*h I gotta flow like I work for Progressive
I know all yo tricks like an SAT question
You try my ass wrong and I might get aggressive
She act like a Scantron that sh*ts got me guessin'
Three shots to his head and not one hit his vest and I'm smashing his momma his sister his brethren
You ask me I'm sure, b*t*h it is not a question
I keep this sh*t steady I ain’t ever stressing
One stumble one stutter could be f**king tragic
Mеtal stuck to my hand like a motherf**king magnet
Anybody can еat it, don't care bout yo status
If it's me and JJ this sh*t gonna be

MADNESS, no doubt when you at this (you goin f**king see this)
Grandness, grab it like I'm Atlas ( then we drop you to the)
Always want when they pree it (reap it)
Can't believe when they see it (believe it)
I been here for a minute (sitting)
Motorway with no limit (skrrt)

Still f**k around I guess its just the kid in me
Everyone takin they shot no one hittin' me
30- 0 in this battle rap industry, 30-0 but still get no publicity
I'm talkin' my stuff in my city, I'm petty, I'm silly, act sh*tty, but no one can diss me
This ice on my body got me feelin' chilly, since nobody beatin' me, now they be feelin' me
Shots to ya bod like it's COD on killing spree, it's fun and games till you see the artillery
Who got the bars and the flow and delivery?
President Sweet got me sleepin' like Hillary
I kill em all Packgod been gettin' them victories
This sh*t made different it go down in history
It's a cold case his life end in a mystery
sh*t talking fun till it end in an injury
Your pride gonna pop it goin turn to your misery
You either goin die on the mic or try killing me
Packin' and rappin' since I was just fifteen and since then been killin'  them flows like a machine
You wimpy Greg Heffley I'm shootin' I'm deadly, up next now I'm ready
Expecting the envy, talk shooters got .20, talk bands I got plenty,  and it's crazy what yo girl would do for a penny
I like what I saw when I double tapped, you said you got .10? I got double that
Ay bass so hard just like a Thunder Cat, I'm with two baddies in a bubble bath
Been in the field no running back, been running stacks, ain't running back
I remember the days I ain't goin back
But nowadays we just been stacking plaques
Ay feel like I'm Mario upping the pipe
This ain't no Tinder but I'm finna swipe
b*t*h on my d**k she goin' ride like a bike
Industry spliff got me high as a kite
I feel like Yachty cause its all in one night
I stay with a strap but I ain't a dyke
Twenty-three shots got me feeling like Mike
It's just the beginning we haven't took flight

I'm at the point where I buy sh*t now just to rap about it
Post anything then they speak about it
Type anything then they tweet about it
Do anything then they meme about it
Only man with a life like me
Got these demons dancing inside of my psyche
Still achievin' all the goals 'round me
Glicky Milly Rock him like he NYC
Saying I need a feature, now they feature me
Never charting, now it's easily
Back the beef and now I drink the tea
Six figures now it's for the fee
Up the levels from a Lamborghini
Bringing wishes cause the man a genie
Everything I touch a mazaline
Still you wonder why they wanna be me (cause its just)
MADNESS no doubt when you at this (you goin f**king see this)
Grandness, grab it like I'm Atlas ( then we drop you to the)
Always want when they pree it (reap it)
Can't believe when they see it (believe it)
I been here for a minute (sitting)
Motorway with no limit (Jesus!)

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