im a devour this coward...wit raw power...
dont got time to lookback on ya life... this is ya hour...
the minute ya finished...the very last second...
that we see ya breathing diminish...
an i meen what im spittin...
im mean when its written... but even sicker when its freestlye...
& u thinkin u beat me lyrically... draw a street crowd...
so when i beat u... they can help you define G style...
cuz its no mercy no surrender....
ya heart im gone' render...never a pretender...
why? cuz im always the #1 contender...
wit the size of my mind.. it allows me to shapeshift..
like the black suited sentinals from the matrix...
im great bitch...cuz i always stay rich...
always gotta hustle...always got the cake mixed...
an ill always leave u batterd an broken just like a great fix...
an these truthfull statements... mean im the greatest...
while u comin wit played shit...that mean this insane spit...
step up and get put in ya grave quick...
im the meanest in the streets... whenever i spray clips...
an i dont need clipse to tell me how im grindin...
see me shinning... (good god) its so blindin...
my timing is outdatable...lyrics are irreplacable...
a forcefull entry into ya home is not saveable...
on a rampage... from an adolescent...
who carry hollowtips in a smith & wesson...
an anybody thats testn... i got lyrical weapons...
thatll do just as much mental damage...
as that old smith & wesson...