my flow is so tight that it’s cutting off the air
I’m tired of battling niggas like you with no flair

but all that fanflair can leave your head swoll
split-eyez coming with lyrics running outta control

When you’re in the clubs trying to step to hoes
I’ll be around the globe rocking each and every show

but seriously, where you finding your rhymes at?
I’m harder than asphault, I’m three times that

why you challenging this nigga with the illest rhyme patterning
fucking with me? I’ll have your whole team scattering

now I’m on the attack, if I was you I would take your shit straight back
and this ain’t nothing but facts... I’m making my rhymes work so I can watch the dough stack

this is it...It’s time for me to execute
and you’re the next fake ass nigga I’ma shoot




peace