you aint flame'in no tracks so why u wanna brag that u hot
you couldnt hold u'r own if u had 2 gloves a benz an a stash of glocks
u in a new homes like foster child so guess who the new boss in town
22 on them pourches now, u a rat like crip's in police forces gowns
you speak like u unique but ya technique got a tech-no-that reeks
cuz the only piece to comeplet with a ill verse is the 6th sense....
mentally outta ya rech....
an ya punches are a slap box ya fire couldnt make sex-hot
i clap jocks with matt locks, cuz the only "code of arms" they know is on Xbox
as i exit dont forget it, that if u need help to become niceness
dont try to out write-us, i'll ghost write to help make ya spit out-writechas
who cares if u dot like this, ya bars hype is lifeless....

my flow is priceless....


am drunk an high lol

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