Twist ya head of like snapple top/
Watch ya body drop, that’s the price of being on top
I told you I was coming, glock out cause im gunning, no time for
Stunning, just leave a nigga’s blood running/
I go too deep to sleep, leave your body weak from my verbal blows, spit on you so much you’ll have to go and change clothes, holding it down for all the pros, switching up my flows caus this is road I choose./
Imposing threats to any MC I ever met, lyrically taking you to speeds that are equilateral to the fastest jet, I do this with no sweat, ball out of the stadium when im up to bat, and I keep my pockets fat, ready to react with my pro-action before your actions hit me, open your eves and you see that
I go deeper than any math equation, invading on any situation, making moves to spots that aren’t suffering from inflation/ lower prices so I can buy my herbs and spices/ making many moves to pay dues but never dropping clues.